Her gaze went from my shaven pubes, up my hairy belly and chest, to my face, then back to my cock and balls. She opened her robe completely, exposing ...er beautiful tits, the pinkness of the nipples, the whiteness and blue veins was more than I could imagine, just as it had been a most welcome view the first time. She parted her knees, and with a jolt, put her feet on the glass topped table, exposing her reddish and grayish crotch, with the pink, wet slit, parted by that clitoris I so loved. . ”“She’s my wife and I am responsible for protecting her. And thank you and Bridgette for rearing a spectacular person.”“May I speak with her?” he asked.“Certainly. Good evening, Anders,” I said. “Here’s Jo.”“Dad,” Jo said. “We’re okay. Thanks for sending that lawyer.”“He owes me,” Anders said. “Now you, young lady, have a real man. See that you treat him well.”“Yes, Daddy,” she said. Her voice had changed in that one moment from Jo, master of her world, to a little girl talking to her daddy.. I have long brown hair and I am in my last year of high school. I am a totally average girl with few special abilities although I do fancy myself as a competitive gamer. There is one weird thing about me. I am a lesbian with a penetration fetish. I seem to be happiest when a girlfriend is using a strap-on to penetrate my pussy. I have been the one wearing the special toy on occasion, but is never fun for me. I guess part of me likes to be controlled.I did not know it when I transferred to my. My hand slid inside her “Knickers” as she called them and I began playing with her clit. Her hips moved against my hand, spreading her wetness, making her moan more. Between pants she told me “Jack!… I’m a virgin…and I want….to save myself…for the right man.” I stopped in my tracks! Noticing my consternation, she added. “Don’t stop yet! Just because I haven‘t done it doesn‘t mean we can‘t have fun” To punctuate her statement, she kept sliding her hand up and down my cock. “I don’t understand!”.