“P-please” I stuttered out of breath, “stop”. He then picked me up by the legs and positioned me above his penis, he turned so I could see mys...elf in the mirror, I looked quickly at my tits bouncing outside my shirt, my pussy dripping wet with a small tuff of blonde hair atop it, and my panties around my left ankle. But quickly my attention is driven to my father’s penis, 12 inches and as thick as a coke can rubbing against my pussy. “Daddy, that’s not going to fit, it’s going to kill me!”“No”. I told her I didn't, but that we should be flexible enough to be able to talk about this as we learned more about our abilities. She agreed.Under 'goals' she had only one point and that was that we would 'do good.' I asked her if that meant if we were going to be real live superheroes, fighting crime and evil in the world. She nodded. It seemed a bit hokey to me, but then again, neither of us knew exactly what we were capable of doing. So keeping it loose was probably a good start.I asked her. She wanted to do some reading for a special report in Professor Forbes' psychology class which she had to write and hand in the next day."Okay, Miss Goody Two-Shoes," Debbie had sneered, "I'll leave you a couple of my special scoop-books so that you can look through them later. They'll give you an idea of what you're missing... "The photos in this book were hotter than Charisse had ever seen, and she became more interested in spite of her good resolutions not to think about sex for awhile. As. ”The Lisboa! she thought, Just about the most expensive restaurant in town. “But I’m not dressed for anything like that,” she protested.“It’s half past eleven now. You go home and get your best dress on and be back here in twenty minutes. Then we will get there before it gets busy.” He used his manager-giving-orders voice and she got out of the car without a word. After she left he mused, Looks pretty submissive to me. That is if she comes back promptly.Just nineteen minutes later she slipped.