The brown curly hair between my thighs conceal my perfectly stowed pussy, small and clam-like in appearance and always wet!I am also a submissive and ...eady to be used anywhere.On this occassion I was invited to a party at a friends house in the next town. There would be couples there, bottles of wine and simple chit chat. Oh, and would I be the entertainment? Sounded like fun so I said yes and agreed to arrive about an hour after the other guests to ensure they were all there and relaxed.I. .. let me make love to you! I can make you feel so good Jess!"JESSICA "Daddy, NO! — I can't do that. I can't love you that way. That's sick, and perverted. You're suppose to love me — not make love to me."ROBERT "J-bird — You're so beautiful, so wonderful. I've watched you grow up and become a gorgeous young lady — Please, let me kiss you, Just once?"Karol stepped towards me and dipped her head, ashamed. I placed my hands on either side of her face lifting her face to mine. She smiled, but had. After a few moments of kissing and cuddling she lifted her skirts, and the young man started fucking her in the standing position. Within about twenty seconds or so, he had apparently 'shot his load ' and laughingly did up his pantaloons while Anne Marie protested loudly that she had not obtained any relief..."Use your fingers then madam." He shouted laughing at her, in her predicament, as he retreated swiftly back to the ballroom. Anne Marie was sobbing to herself quietly, as she struggled to. Tom gulped down the last of his coffee, got up from his chair, said a quick goodbye to his mother and headed off for work. On the drive across town he wondered if his mother would ever directly question Sandra about the nature of his occasional help efforts over at the Parsons house and, if she ever did, what Sandra's reply might be. He addressed Mrs. Parsons as Sandra now, as she'd asked him to, but only when he was helping out over at her place. He knew that Sandra wouldn't be totally upfront.