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I told her that her daddy and I would go along with whatever she wanted to do. So we left it at that she and I would become lovers until she felt that she wanted to experiment with her daddy.When I related her decision to Bob I could tell that he was disappointed. I explained that her 'no' wasn't a final and absolute 'no' but rather the reaction of a young girl just introduced to sex. When you're 14, I told Bob, your daddy's cock can seem to be a thoroughly intimidating piece of meat. I guess that our little conversation had gotten Bob hot because the next thing I knew I was stuffed full of cock and it felt great. As Bob pounded me I glanced over his shoulder and saw Kimmy watching us. I winked at her and she blew a kiss in return.I now had two lovers. Who could ask for more?The days and weeks and months which followed were full of sex. Kimmy and I dispensed with underwear and wore only skirts and blouses. This gave full and easy access to your partner's seats of pleasure. Kimmy. "Yes?" She prodded."Yes." He found his voice. Molly nodded and then, looking him in the eye, lowered herself onto her professor's cock.As his cock pushed into her, Molly let out a restrained moan, biting her lip as she went. He was so big, and she was so tight. Ron groaned, lightly thrusting into her, inch after inch. He could feel her tightening and twitching around his shaft, and she was so wet that he was in heaven. By the time Ron was most of the way inside her, Molly was practically drooling as she spoke."Oh my god, Mr. Fuller, your cock feels so good inside me!" She whimpered. Without another word, she began to slowly slide up and down, riding Ron's cock with a gentle, purposeful rhythm. Ron moved his hands to her hips, steadying her as she went. His cock throbbed as she rode him, and he felt her soft, velvety folds.As Molly moaned to herself, Ron's eyes fixated on the covered breasts bouncing up and down in front of him. The white lace bra was thin, and it looked soft to the.
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