“Just tell me.”“If your father wants you to know, he’ll tell you,” groaned the mage. “I promised him my fealty. I can’t betray that.”�...�I’m his daughter.” I shivered. “He trusts me, too. He just wants to protect me. He thinks I’m too young for this.” My fingers slid through Greta’s silky bush, finding the hot folds of her pussy. The girl whimpered as I stroked her virgin flesh. “I have to prove to him that I’m not too young. I’m twenty-one. I’m a woman. I’m his heir. I need to know these things.. As I lay there in bed, I noticed that my cunt felt a bit tender. I remembered the night before and realized why. I found my hand drifting down to feel my cunt which was damp with swollen lips. I started to masturbate slipping two fingers into a cunt that was definitely more open than usual in the mornings. As I worked up to an orgasm I realized that my loving Victor was right: I was definitely going to try “little gangbangs” more often.The three guys fucking me last night worked at my new. .I was going from Embankment to Kings Cross on the Northern Line. If you know that line well you will understand that from that station up to about Tottenham Court road it can be quite busy on those trains. Well I was standing by the door at the top of the carriage which joins the next carriage and I was hemmed in at all sides - couldn't move. The train was damned busy with tourists, trampy new agers and city boys and girls.At Leicester Square a load of people got off and an even bigger crowd. Michael was nervous, as was Emma. She had grown to love himas a sister and was hoping that her friends would welcome him into theirgroup.As Emma's friends started arriving, Emma asked them to sit in the livingroom until all were present. Only then would they head for her room.Michael, wearing boys clothes for now, looked on anxiously. When theylooked over at him, he smiled weakly."What's wrong with your brother?" asked Maddy."Got something important to do later and he's worried that he might.