Groaning loudly as my fingers dig and probe, she begins rocking her hips, trying to grind herself on my mouth and fingers. I rub, push and tickle that...spot while pinching her clit, my mouth sucking so hard my face looks like a glazed donut.My little girl squeals, “Oh, Daddy I'm so close!”I bite her clit as I thrust two more fingers deep in her throbbing pucker. She groans and explodes, gushing down my fingers. I lap up every bit I can, then slide my fingers inside that still pulsing kitty, and. Hehe. Guess you’ll find out.?Martha’s head was already spinning before Samantha began to explain that the frat boys were allowed to plow her tight virgin butt whenever they felt like it.***The other girls were listening and watching as Samantha verbally tormented Martha. Jenny, the Irish Catholic red head, was thanking God that she wasn’t in Martha’s position. She was still, however, sick with terror. Somewhere in the back of her brain she knew she was going to be forced to fuck these boys,. Excited.” Jenn answered, her voice calm.Carly pushed the doorbell. DING DONG!The door opened.“Trick!” said Jenn.“Or Treat! said Carly.There in front of them stood Mr. Richards, their biology teacher from sophomore year. He was wearing a black T-shirt and old soft jeans; his feet were bare. He had left the year before to teach at the new high school.NO! Oh my God, of course TEACHERS could live here! NO NO NO!The tall man looked at them, his face impassive. His eyes dropped down, took in their. She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard for almost two minutes. “We’ll get through this,” she said again.We tried to forget about the phone call and focus on the wedding itself for the next week. Like all weddings, there were plenty of last minute preparations to take care of.We had a table in one corner that wasn’t yet full and set Heather at that one. She hadn’t mentioned bringing a ‘plus one’, but decided to leave an additional empty spot just in case. We figured anything to keep her.