I got up and walked over to my closet, and pulled out a double-sided strap-on dildo, that I had been keeping for special occasions with my best friend... Jenna.I slid one end of the strap-on into my wet vagina, and strapped it onto my smooth waste. Then, I lowered my hips onto my daughters, every so slowly sliding the other end of the dildo into her. I could see the pain on her face, from being a virgin, and I knew it was hurting her, but I was just so turned on that I couldn't bring myself to. I laughed, he laughed. We laughed together briefly. I hated him, but I had to admit it was funny.“Let me get something to clean that couch up, you perv,” I said and went back to the kitchen. I got some paper towels and came back. Surprisingly, his shorts were almost dry. I don’t know why, but I felt a slight twinge of disappointment.I stopped to give him a look. He was tan, with brown hair, blue eyes, and perfectly sculpted muscles.“Your shorts look almost dry already!” I said, more breathless. Dropping to her knees, she kissed Jenny and replaced Jenny’s fingers with three of her own. Jenny soon cried out and leaned against Heather for a moment. Spent but fulfilled, the girls sat on the shower floor basking in the other’s afterglow. Shutting off the water, they climbed out, toweled off, and dried each other’s hair. The girls finally emerged from Jenny’s room to start cleaning the house. Wearing jeans and sweatshirts, they were soon met by the smell of breakfast. Jenny could smell. Part of the reason I'm willing, maybe even anxious, to believe this fantastic story about you, is how much I want to believe it. When we meet, I'll know soon enough if it's true, and we'll go from there, but in the meantime, I need to satisfy myself that you are safe.Toward that end, I've had our private investigators make emergency inquiries into the case of Timothy Sanderson versus the State of Florida. Timothy was a very bad boy, and as you told Colleen, he will be sentenced to prison..