His story is pending real-life events, and it is involving my real-life sweetheart. She is my girl, my wild girl, my special girl, and I am her ‘lil...G” and she is a special lady to me. I have written a few stories starting her(my way of mentally fucking her). This one is multiple session types, falls into the “first-time” theme because well if we do this it would be our first time. In this story, I myself is having a first-time experience so it is a lot different than my other types of stories.. ‘Come in W,’ he greeted me. ‘You are probably wondering why you are here.’ ‘That is more than an understatement,’ I replied. He motioned me to a chair that had been placed at his bedside, closed the notebook, and folded his hands over the cover as it lay on his lap. ‘Let’s begin at the beginning, shall we.’ He looked and sounded just like a college professor about to start a lecture. I shouldn’t have been surprised at that. He had, at one time, been a very prominent professor as well as a. ” She reached in her purse, took out money, left it on the table, stood up, took my hand and we left the bar. “Where are we going?” “To your hotel room. I know where it is.” As we drove the short distance to the hotel, my conscience was eating at me. How could I be here, in this moment with my ex-stepdaughter, contemplating having ribald sex with her. Earlier, I had envisioned having great sex with my ex-wife, but that was not to be. Without any conversation, she pulled into the parking lot,. - Swear?- Yeah!! Hammm... Neither he... Nor any other... I've always wanted....- Wanted what?- You.- Me, why?- I don't know, I think you're a ravishing. This beard, the mouth... On the my clit... Just licking, making me crazy... Suck, I imagine you spitting... On her, on me!! Uncle, uncle, uncleeeeeeee.... Mmmmmmm... Do it... With your fingers... With your mouth, the mouth.....- Hold on, hold on tô your legs, dear. Your feet... Hold on tightly, stay calm... It'll be all right, all right.... Let.