”“Yes daddy.”He waited. He kissed my lips gently. He blew me away. He held my head and we kissed harder. Our tongues were dancing together. Our ...uices were mixing as we kissed. Daddy reached for me and pulled me closer. His fingers were pinching my erect nipples and rolling them round.“Daddy you are too good to me.” I said.Daddy stood and dropped his jeans. His cock hung out long and thick. “Open your mouth Sarah. Open it wide. Daddy wants you to slowly suck his cock into your mouth.” I sucked. We hid it from our parents, and took it home." We looked through the magazine," David explained, "and started to copy some of the things we saw in it, and it felt good. We kept going, trying more and more things over time until we started actually fucking when I was thirteen and Erica was eleven." Have you been fucking this whole time?" John wanted to know, getting louder. "Even after we were a couple? Before we got married? I see that you've been fucking after we got married." Ye ... yes,. .where would you like to go?" "Someplace nice...I want to dress up," she said. I told her she looked quite nice the way she was, and she smiled, pulled up her skirt, and said, "Do you like this look? These are just office clothes...wait until you see my fancy things." I moved closer to her, and put my hands on her waist. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, so I rubbed her hips with my hands. The fabric of her slip slid on top of her panty, and I could tell she liked the feeling as I. They were both only very young but he already knew that having a girl touch his cock while he checked out and played with her pussy was one of life's pleasures. This was when it all started...Back in those days bread and milk was delivered to the house every day. The money for the delivery was left just inside the door and the young female baker would bound up the front steps, open the screen door and leave a loaf of bread. He knew the routine and that the baker would be arriving soon and so.