Finn Peter was playing. She had told me she had a boyfriend at home in London when I first met her. My heart was in my mouth as she turned up. Why was...she here? Why was she coming? These thoughts had swum through my head for the last couple of days. Only one reason I could think of. I laughed at my own stupidity as I stocked up on wine the night before. Who was I kidding? In the pub we giggled as we kissed for the first time. From then on it was a blur of passion and heat. We jump in a taxi. After several major kisses and extended caresses we went back into the shower. We kissed, fondled, and eventually dressed to leave. I took her to the theatre district and we had appetizers and sangria at a tapas restaurant, and then went to Symphony Hall. During intermission I asked her if she was enjoying the evening. ‘I love it here. One of my cousins is playing the violin tonight. Why do you ask?’ ‘Well, ordinarily I love it here too. I come often. But tonight all I can think about is. Sitting on the sofa I held my cock straight up and Claire parted her lips, ran her pussy slick from clit to hot hole and back a few times, gasping each time, then sank her snatch straight on to my cock. All nine inches of my engorged cock dissapeared into the hot tight streched hole of my stepdaughter's sweet wet twat. Claire shuddered and purred, "Oh God Dad, yes."I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her as she surrendered to my cock. I fucked and fucked and she rode me as long as she could,. He asked her and she agreed. But I feared. My dad pacified me that they’ll not harm me and they will do nothing wrong. Soon I was manipulated.I went with them in the same dress. They took us to a bungalow. It was so luxurious and spacious. It was clean and neat. There were 2 meets waiting. So a total of 4 of them were there. They directed us to a bedroom. Then the real game started.A man said, “Dude, are you sure it is a boy? Coz he isn’t looking like one.” They laughed. He asked me whether I.