He stopped short the second he saw me, or rather, the towel.“Good God! That’s hot!”“I had the shower a little too hot,” I explained. “I ne...d to cool down a little before I put anything on.”“Damn! Stay hot,” he said, his eyes scanning me up and down. “You don’t have to put any clothes on. I just wish I’d thought to come clean the bathroom while you were in there so I could watch you take that shower.”“I wouldn’t mind taking another shower -- for you. That is, if you want to watch.”“Mmh,” he. I realised that I was what must have been the junior butt fucker the year at Sheldon; but for my sins, I have to admit that I had enjoyed every minute of it. I do not know who coined the maxim: "fucking is a toy which never fails to please"; but he was spot on! So, here I was quitting school, pushing nineteen years of age, so what next?As you can well imagine, in view of the remote relationship I had had all my life with my guardian, Aunt Agatha, I had personally not the slightest idea of. ‘Would . . . you want to go with me?’ Mr. Baker looked at her and chose his words carefully. ‘We can’t take off for the whole summer,’ he said, ‘but maybe we could start it off with a family vacation, then you could spend some time traveling on your own.’ He grimaced. He may be new to being a ‘regular’ father, but there were some things he hated . . . like trusting his daughter’s boyfriend. ‘You could take that Keith fellow . . . we’d pay for it of course. Or maybe a couple of friends, if you. "Dear god, its magnificent. " She said.She rode his cock as hard as she could. It was painfulat first, but she wanted all of it. He kept kissing andsuckling her breasts and nipples as she rode his hardcock. "Oh god oh god oh god" she yelled "fill me with your cum,fill me full."He strained hard not to come, but it was no use, onher final hard down stroke she squeezed her legs aroundhis chest and pulled him deeper than he had ever beenbefore. Her hips were grinding into his and hereleased.