I now lay there completely nude in front of him. His hands traced up my hips and cupped my breasts, tweaking the nipples. He leaned down and roughly k...ssed me. His beard scratched at my face and he slapped both my breasts together firmly. The only way to describe the way he looked at me was hungry. His eyes were soaking me up as his hand roamed over my belly. He touched my soft flesh with callused hands and I jerked away from him and tried to run to the phone. This displeased him; he grabbed my. I could see her biting her lips, almost as though she was hoping I fucked her at last. The entire days m*****ing and ass fucking did leave her craving for dick I suppose. I stopped teasing her and began pushing my dick in her pussy. She was already soaking wet by this point, which was good for me as it made it easier for me to fuck her. I kept on thrusting inside her, hearing her moan out with each thrust. Tasnova had subcontiously wrapped her arms around my neck, which made me proceed to. Time flew by; I read books from higher shelves. I played more complex music, mastering a multiple tempo piece, four four by my left hand, three four by my right. I was pleased with my life, and happy in it.Then, at age twelve, almost thirteen, my perfect world changed forever. Mother hired a maid; a sixteen year old, fair haired beauty, her skin so pale, her eyes so azure, her body tall and slim.She curtsied for me, her eyes lowered, that first morning of her joining our household, murmuring. Brian's answer shocked me more than his story about catching his wife online, "After I found those emails I asked Donna about them and told her that I wasn't upset or jealous, but that I just wanted to know why she started going to the chat rooms. She told me that she was curious about how other people made love since she had only been with me and thought that this was a very safe way to find out." I kind of knew what was coming next and realized then that my friend really was asking me to have.