Not a good start for a girl on a secret mission to discover sexuality. My Dad is my hero. No if, ands, or buts about it. He’s always been there for ...e. Taught me all about sports, cars, and Phoenix Suns basketball. I knew he wanted a son, and when I came along, he named me Samantha. He told me it was so he could call me ‘Sammie.’ Mom couldn’t have any more kids after me, so Sammie I was. Dad peered over his wet messy periodical, milk dripping on his sports page that lay on the table under. I pulled out ofher and she slumped back onto the sofa, her eyes closed."Fuck, babe that was fierce, I haven't come that hard for ages."I kissed her gently on the lips and she opened her eyes and smiled up atme."Nice tits," she said and giggled."Not as nice as yours," I said and licked her nipple which produced agasp."Do that again, and I'll be ready for another round."I pulled her up and we sat cuddling each other for a while, just tryingto come down."Was that OK?" I asked her.She looked at me. My son Paul...oh my goodness....Paul....I suddenly got up from bed and put my robe on and went down, passing Paul's bedroom at the head of the stairs. I paused for a while to listen at the door but I could'nt hear anything so I proceeded down to the kitchen and made coffee. David doesnt take anything else for breakfast except black coffee so I poured a cup for him and set it on the warmer at the table.Soon David came down looking good in his three piece suit all ready to go to work..." Will you. She decided it was alright to keep going. She lapped up the delicious juice that she found. Once she’d lapped it all up, she wanted more. She knew, from her own playtime, exactly where it was coming from and what was needed to produce more – that glorious hole a little further down needed to be stimulated. Helen knew that her fingers did it to her, but she’d had another idea; she wondered whether her tongue would have the same effect, or even a better one? There was only one way of finding.