It stops where my legs part, where my wet sex is exposed and the fact that my naked body is sprawled out on that cold stone table becomes more and mor... evident as I attempt to close my legs. At the first sign of struggle, you walk over to my head, slap me so hard that the blindfold almost comes off, and then you fix it as I whimper softly, afraid to make too much noise and disturb you again. I am but an experiment...Your fingers run down my body again and you grab my right breast in your strong. I did not need any more of an invitation and I stepped up behind her, pushed her face down to the cart, and pointed my leaking cock tip against the glistening moist lips of her pussy and shoved! It was not romantic, it was not sweet. We had had that phase as teens decades earlier! Now there was simply not enough time for drama. I felt the head of my cock pop into her and while I waited for her to ge accustomed to my intrusion, she suddenly pushed back into me, taking half of my shaft into. It was so tight. Quanesha said it would hurt at first then get better. I pushed and pushed and got my little pussy a little way down your cock. Then it wouldn’t go any more. You pulled down on me and I screamed, sorry Daddy, and I felt something tear and then I felt water running out of my pussy. Then I looked down and saw blood. That must have been my stupid hymen. I’m so sorry for bleeding on your cock Daddy.You let me sit there for a while and then you told me to move up and down. I tried. Apparently, she had been that way with her father most all of her life.What about other people. Would she do what they told her, too? If so, what would happen when some random, unscrupulous guy figured that out? Jake could not bear to think about it.“Mom, give me a couple of minutes. I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be back in a bit.”He did not actually want to shower, though he had to admit to himself that he was none too fresh at the moment. What he really wanted was a chance to think things.