Sensing some willingness on her part, I decided to venture a little further and pressed the tip of my index finger, still tissue covered, to her vagin...l entrance. There, I wiggled it ever so softly inside, just short of the remnants of her cherry.“How did that feel?” I asked her.“It felt okay,” she responded.“Did you like what I did?”“It sort of felt good, but you didn’t do it long,” she added.“Well, I can do it longer if you’d like,” I said to her.“Okay I guess,” she confirmed, she was well. “We better throw these clothes in the wash and get them dry. I can’t send you home all wet and muddy.”“Oh yeah, good idea. Can I take a shower too?”“Another good idea,” Steve agreed. “I could use one now too.”By now, Mandi was completely aware of the way her best friend’s father was looking at her tits. She just smiled and let him, looking proud of them and happy to have him admire them. All sense of logic abandoned Steve as he took the girl by the hand and led her up to the deck on the back of. If I at least knew his name I could be moaning it right now though. I feel the sensation take me, coming hard thinking of my mystery man from the park. My breathing is heavy, I feel so tired. The day has been long, and I haven’t been fucked like that in ages. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again, a girl can hope at least. The sun is long set by now, and the sounds of the night outside my window take me into a sleep. I can hear the whooshing of cars speed by as the night air blows in; the faint. She continued her massage with me and again asked in my ear. “Now are you ready for the milking?” I nodded and told yes in trembling voice. I didn’t realize it then as to what I was saying yes for. She smiled at me for a moment, and gave me a small smack on my calf. Then she grabbed my trouser at the waist and slid it down slowly over my legs until it fell on my knee over the table. I was naked with that one action. Though I should have felt awkward, I actually felt it as a totally normal.