So the night passes, Daddy takes the girls home the next morning, sadly smiling and politely making small talk. When Daddy leaves to take the girls h...me, the son, who had squirreled away those perfect clothes that night, gets himself all made up. Hair, make-up, everything and he plans to show his Daddy the new person he has become, not fearing Daddy's reaction because he knows Daddy loves him no matter what. The son hears the car pull into the garage and his heart is racing. This is the. There was also the fact that my explosion in her mouth made her even more excited and though she hadn't said a word, I understood as if she had. She smiled at me as she stroked me, keeping my excitement wound up. She looked at my keyed-up genitals like an artist looking over a piece she had just finished. I could tell through her touch, through the air, through seemingly everything that she wanted more, much more. I only partially understood the 'more' though. More sex was easy enough; we had. Sometimes we can barely see the path. Tall grass, flowers and nettles whip my legs with each step. I keep on whining, almost like making a constant sound somehow calms me down. We head to the fence at the back of the garden. All I can hear is the steady rain and my own heart now beating somewhere in my throat. The thunder gets louder.He pushes me ahead of him a few times during the journey, grabs my breasts through the wet fabric of my dress and kneads them in his large hands. I can feel his. "Well, that nothing to be ashamed of, really! It's not a disease and even if it was it can be cured with one injection!"Giving Kiki another little shake she said, "Honey, your first time should be special. Now I'm not saying having him pound into you from the rear isn't special ― believe me it can be ― but I want it to be really special. When you're ready let me know. We'll get you ready for him and him ready for you. You saw how much I enjoyed last night, right? Well I want that same pleasure.