......her body suddenly exploded in orgasmlike never before! She screamed in wonder at an intensity she had neverimagined, less felt. And in his submi...sive yet receptive state Brittanywas wise enough to cling to her hips and double his efforts with histongue. Whether it was her first multiple orgasm or one that went on farlonger than any she'd experienced in the past was a question for whichshe had no answer.Eventually the convulsions faded and she realised she was still ridingBrittany's face.. "My menarche," she proudly exclaimed."Your what?" I asked baffled by her joy at bleeding. Blood represented damage when adventures went too far. It represented the cuts and scrapes, numb and then painful, worn as brave badges. Letting out the fluid of life they needed suturing or if left streaming, death followed."My first period. I'm a woman."From one moment to the next awareness spread before me like a valley below a high peak as I first thought of my Bar Mitzvah just a few weeks before. She had been purposely avoiding her clit to deny the milkman the thrill he sought in manipulating her, but lost in her thoughts her probing fingers found her lust button and her body separated from her mind, relishing in the stimulation.The oil on her hand was supplemented by her own secretions and she fingers worked furiously inside the stunning vixen’s hole. She again took to caressing her breasts and the milkman watched in awe as Julie’s milk jugs swayed in front of him.After a long while of. After spinning in his arms, I ended up facing away from Daddy, my firm bum pushed back against his erection, his hands suddenly full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, "Oh Jesus Steff, I'm sorry, I didn't.." "Can you attach them Daddy," I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the pearls into his left hand and leaned back against his chest. "Of course honey," he said eagerly, clearly.