"I'm crushed", I replied, "So what are you doin' Saturday?", I asked as we walked towards our next class."I'm gonna be busy", she replied. "Oh yeah", ... said, "busy with what?" You're gonna laugh", she said with a blush. "Me? Never!", I countered with a grin. "I have a pageant", she said, not looking at me. I barely stifled a demonic laugh."A pageant, huh?" I said mischievously, "Let me hear your pageant voice". "No!" She exclaimed. "Haha, why not?", I asked, "I promise not to laugh". "Fine",. It had been but six years since we cavorted about in the woods and bedrooms of her abode. Her sister, Rhonda, now seventeen, stood as her Maid of Honor with her breasts all but hanging out of her low cut gown. I stood gnashing my teeth as her father, Sir Alexander Baring, handed Nicole off to her soon to be husband and glanced down Rhonda's cleavage before he turned to take his seat. I knew then that he was still bedding his daughters. I could only wonder if Abigail knew, or cared.Neither girl. Back to good old doggy. this time he went more rough. we were both standing, i bended forward, hands behind me and he held my hand in position. this way the guy could be more forceful. he started fucking my hard. it was pure good rough sex. [im on pills btw so we didnt need condom] he hip was thrusting his dick into me. not long after, i cummed again, but he didnt stop fucking me. my legs were soft as i cum, but in this position he pretty much made me continue to stand by holding my hands. Another week past and Alex continued behaving like a jerk, what he probably was, but Belinda already fancied that, because she had began creating her own imaginary world where only the two of them existed, virtually. However inexperienced she was, she felt that for the first time someone was in love with her. Although their conversations were calm and intelligent, Belinda’s emotions sometimes spurred sexual fantasies on, weird fantasies she had never had before. In these moments she cooked up.