Dad had been working away at the time though he said he hoped to make it home in time for the party. Mum had a job that supplemented our income, a job... that meant she was out calling on clients most days, including weekends. My birthday came on a Sunday during the summer holidays, Mum promised to be home by half past three, four at the latest, and she had asked my eleven year old sisters to get me ready and dressed for the party as the guests would be coming to tea at four thirty. She had. Daddy's eyes left that TV quick."Good God Aimee put some damn clothes on!"I cracked the Coke casually and took as sip as I stood there while he tried to keep his eyes from wandering. I grinned at him."Why?" It ain't decent walking around like that in front of your father like you do."I laughed softly."What ain't "decent" is the way you keep trying to get a good look. I just figured I would make it easier for you so you don't have to peek in my room."I walked over and stood in front of him. He. Damian had taught her but didn't have one himself, so she drove all three girls home, to the consternation of their parents who had been searching for them since Friday night. All three girls were eighteen, I don't know about other places, but in this neck of the woods it means full adult, able to legally drink becoming shit-faced and able to not tell their parents if they want to do something anytime they wish.As with other eighteen year olds around the world, they take their newly acquired. I reach inside of her, curving my fingers ever so slightly. Rotating movement between the two I have in right now, she is so tight. I found the spot which can make a woman jump and scoot around the entire bed if you do it right. I am enjoying making her squirm and practically trying to climb up the side of the car. I speed up thrusting my fingers in and out of her while keeping them rotating and curved to reach where I want. Her muscles are getting tighter and tighter around my fingers, making.