My ear was wet where his tongue had kissed it and then his whispering breath sent a shiver of pleasure all the way to my clitoris."What would you say ...o a little game-playing, sweetheart? Tell me more about your first love, what was his name? George? Yes, George. Let's play-act how he took your cherry, sweetheart."I stiffened at first, but then realized that it was accidental that Chad should bring this scenario up once again on this of all days. This had been a fairly frequent request for. Every boy of our class trying to approach but she was a girl of ethic.So one day we were playing basket ball and luckily I was the captain of the team. Divya approached and asked to play. We started playing. Impressed by my game she became my good friend as she was also basket ball lover.And our story started. We exchanged no.s, used to do late night chats….One day I invited Divya for coffee. Divya agreed with me. We planned for Sunday eve. And I didn’t expect the eve to be my first heaven. The door to my office opened.Ashley walked in, her blonde hair framing her smiling face. I had been looking at the door, my back to the desk, and I froze, my daughter's cunt squeezing about my dick. Linda threw a look over her shoulder and squeaked in fright.“Michael, honey,” my wife said pleasantly like she wasn't seeing our eighteen-year-old daughter impaled on my cunt. “The garbage disposal is clogged. When you have a minute, can you unclog it.”I gaped at my wife as she strolled over to. Her nipples were harder and stiffer than she'd ever seen or felt them. Her groin was rock hard, her pussy lips swollen and red, and her small, tight ass so taught it was rippling with spasms. Both her vaginal and anal openings were tingling. Her breath was coming in short gasps and pants. Even as she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body, her c***dlike face wreathed in her reddish blonde hair, she could see the uncontrolled flexing of her hips. A low moan escaped her as she.