"I pushed forward slightly and her hips pushed back at me."Yes, that's it," she sighed, "now do it harder."Following her instructions I pushed in and ...ut of her while she pushed back at me."Oh God yes," she said her arms going around my neck and hugging me tight, "just a bit longer please."I could feel my spunk rising but I carried on moving on top of her until she squealed out. For the first time in my short life I pumped my spunk into the body of a girl.I lay on top of her for some time, then. Everything John did to me, every sensation was new to me so I just gave myself over to the experience. I did whatever John told me to do and moved whatever way he wanted me to move.I was so horny that it felt like he was lighting little fires on my body anywhere he touched me. When he ran his tongue over my pussy lips I started to orgasm. I had brought myself off masturbating before, but it was never this good.Finally when his cock penetrated me there was a moment of pain, and I grabbed hold of. It was nice to finally meet. We sat at a table in a bar that was biker-like, so we didn’t want to project the image that we were gay, or anything like that. We ordered a couple of shots of Vodka and beer chasers, and settled-in to a comfortable conversation. What Bill didn’t know was that I was wearing sexy women’s lingerie under my jeans and polo shirt: white lace garter belt holding up pale blue stockings, a matching white lace demi bra (that maybe could be detected under my shirt!), pale. We were so involved at that moment in time that we hadn't heard the front door open up and our father shouting "im early want to go to the cineMA!!!!" me and my s*s both bolted for the stairs when he said "stop its too late" and we stopped and he said calmly to sit down.After a long painful silence our father spoke saying "how long has this been going on for k**s?" and I answered "4 years". The look on our fathers face was one of dissapointment and surprise but not as much as when our father.