Panting after the blind blowing orgasm I wanted for so long, Mike removed my dress, I was laying there on his big bed a he kneed over me in my little ...lack frenchies and D cup breasts hanging over my bra. I quickly took my bra off and threw it over the over side of the room. His head moved down, I knew what he was about to do. He kissed along the top of the black wet lace, then rolled them down and over my feet. Mike stripped off to just his tight perfectly white boxer shorts, getting in. I touched the ringlets of my hair that tumbled down over my shoulders. I felt like I could not stand still. I lifted my arms and danced around. I sobered for a moment. Or rather, I tried. Even as I asked the question foremost in my mind, a reservoir of elation kept bubbling up from deep inside me. ‘Dead? Ahh, that’s not the word, lass,’ my father enveloped me in the bear hug that always made me feel so incredibly safe and loved. Even with my head pillowed on his chest I could feel him smile.. ’ And with that he locked the door too for good measure.‘I think maybe you should leave.’But he smiled and invited me to remove my bikini top. I told I thought it may actually be better if he left my room. But he came close to me and held my shoulders gently, pleasantly even, his touch was strangely the****utic, and he let his hands drift to my breasts where they had already been.‘Please stop.’‘I don’t think so,’ he whispered, I can tell you don’t mean that. He moved quickly and flicked down. Her enthusiasm for all things, but sex, especially, was simply stellar. She was fun to be around and fun to be in, if you understand my meaning.So, after I graduated, we got married and she graduated early the next year. Nicole started two years after I did but she was a demon in school, taking extra courses and doing summer courses as well, so she did it in less than three years.So, fast forward about five years and I'm twenty-seven and she's twenty-five, we're happily married and living in a.