I looked at the front windows but no one looked out. Only Mom was home at the moment. My two younger sisters and my little brother would return a shor... time later. Mom worked during school hours so she could be home for us."I can't believe I have a boyfriend," Jenny said. She jumped up and down.The jiggle and bounce of her tits were once more a nice view but my prevailing thought was "I cannot believe I have a pet rock".Jenny cornered me as soon as our science class let out. "Guess what I. This time Brad sat outside playing on his phone whilst Joan, Shelly and I went in to meet Mrs Jones. Mrs Jones was about 5’6” with what looked like a d cup breasts and a rather slim figure. She was wearing a skirt and blouse – one could see the design of her lavy bra under her blouse, but there was no real display of her cleavage. Again, though, I could see the attraction that the boys had in her.Mrs Jones informed us that Shelly was making reasonable progress, again ‘could try harder’ etc etc. I was the biggest Daddy’s Girl you’d ever see. I was maybe 3 or 4 when I learned how to cry and get him to hold me. I first noticed it when I hit my little sister, her name is Natasha, and she is about a year younger than me. I was playing with my favorite doll; she had curly blond hair and a fabric body that was so soft. Natasha snatched her away, I was so angry. I did what I always did and furrowed my brows together and took it back, and then I hit her on the shoulder and a bit on the face.. To give him something that he seemed to have missed. Without thinking, her left hand moved to tug at her panties and got them down between her inner thighs, shifting her legs so that as she lowered her panties, the fabric was out of his way as she continued to throat fuck herself on John. Finally, she needed air and pulled up for air, a line of spit connecting his cock to her mouth as she gasped. Her hands moving to jerk him off. "Am...I good?" She panted out before spitting on his cock jerking.