The emotional roller coaster she had been riding most of the day, the panicked adrenaline, the bouts of depression and of course her... erotic exertio...ns..seemed to have sapped her energy. She was in the middle of a large, gaping yawn when Kevin returned with a glass of water and a can of beer.Kevin handed her the glass of water, winked and put a finger to his lips in a shushing action as he cracked open the beverage he wasn't quite old enough to drink.Anne rolled her eyes, placed her. Jonn snapped his wandering mind back into gear. The father had sat himself down in the chair at the far end of the room. He relaxed back and stared at his daughter with frowning eyes as he did so. The tears slowly traced their way down her pretty cheeks and she did her best to sniff them back. Poor kid?.but this was Jonn’s one and only chance to taste the forbidden fruit of someone so young. He knew the opportunity would never come again. Baring this in mind he shook the last of any moral. He married me to thwart his father's plans to set him up with a desirable party — one that served his father's business plans, just like his mother had done. He married me out of love and that romantic notion excited me no end. It even made me wonder if I loved him too.But whatever love I had for him was efficiently washed away on that four-poster bed. I never had as many mind shattering orgasms as I had that night. I was nineteen, having only had a few rather fumbling experiences with high. As the story was told to me the following day Tom asked if she would like to dance, that led to slow dancing and his hardening cock pressing against her when she didn't complain he kissed her again no resistance led to reciprocal french kissing and slow undressing. From Anne's description Tom liked slow seduction after once again checking she was okay with the whole having sex with my friend bit, they headed off to the bedroom where he proceeded to show he wasn't one of those wham bang thank.