That wonderful shaft slid into my pussy. My toes curled. The heat surged through me. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. My heart pounded in my chest...as he penetrated deeper and deeper into my snatch.I squeezed my pussy down around his dick, buffing him clean. It was such a wicked thing to do. I moaned into my mother's asshole, my fingers clenching into her butt-cheeks. Pleasure surged through me.“Damn, kumquat!” Daddy grunted. “You got a tight pussy tonight.”“Got to clean your dick!” I. I’d sit here all evening watching you and consider my money well spent.”He was rewarded with a beaming smile of full lips and white, perfect teeth.“You, Captain, are a sweet talker. My mum warned me about sweet talkers.”“Why?”Her smile vanished. “They make you feel like you’re a real girl, and then they leave and you know you’re nothing but a whore.”Quickly, he took her hand and kissed it. “You are a real girl. You are witty, gay and so pretty that a man cannot but stare at you.”“But you. More than any of the others, he was the one she drew strength from. For a sixteen-year-old girl, that was the perfect mix for first love. Strangely, Lindsey did not fall madly in love. Whether or not it was because of the anti-dating, anti-sex pounding from her parents, her feelings did not evolve into the expected physical passion. Her friendship with Mark was renewed and deepened, becoming the equal of any friendship she had known. But, because the romantic component was apparently missing,. "Sounds great to me," I said "but how do I know you girls won't back out." We will draw up a contract," Michelle said "and all the parties will have to abide by the rules of the contract. In the contract we will lay out and stipulate all the conditions." Sound fine to me. How about you Jason?" I asked."Write up the contract and I will sign it." Jason said with confidence in his voice.Michelle and Karen left the room to draw up the contract and didn't return for almost an hour during which time.