We stood not three feet apart at eye level; hers were blue with a hint of freckles along her hairline. Huley released my arm long enough for us to sha...e hands. She smiled and said I know not what, too busy drinking in the way her left cheek dimpled while the right side puffed out.Huley's grasp on my arm reminded me to close my mouth and let her drag me from the room, knowing that I would wonder for the rest of the day if I had said anything and if so what I had said. Knowing that I would dream. Ooohhhh … like that! Yeahhh! Do it! Janie went to sucking and licking like she had been doing it all her life. Her lips tightened around her fathers cock. Her tongue swirled and stabbed over and over again at the underside. She held the root firmly, holding the big cock up and out so she could suck it. John leaned back and stared at his young daughter. She looked good on her knees in front of him. His cock surged in her mouth as he saw how good she looked sucking him. Damn, she was so young and. Fletcher was a widower at the time the story began. He had three children who were attending a field day activity at their school, and would not be at the party. Fletcher had come to the party alone. He had been alone most of the time since his wife died two years earlier. Fletcher was a very complex man, a very lonely man. The next to last invitee was Florence Henderson. Florence was the corporate comptroller, and the person who had first uncovered the culprit’s scheme. Florence was a. My dad was all “chipper” about it and stated that it would make a man out of me as he was of the opinion that I was a real “Mommy`s” boy as I did not like playing rugby or cricket etc. I preferred to stay in my room and read books!I must state that growing up in South Africa in those years led to me living a very sheltered life, there was no television broadcaster and we only had a radio to listen to for entertainment. We also had to go to bed at 20h00 every evening.Getting back to my story.