There was a delivery guy, delivering something to the people next door. “They’re not home.” I said to him. “Oh bugger! Damn. Ok, I’ll leave ...them a card.” He said. I noticed something strange about him, he kept staring at me or was he checking me out? I smirked to myself, as I closed the door behind him.I then went into the kitchen and grab myself a cold drink too. Then as I walk by a mirror, I was shocked. With my body sweating under my leotards, it made it look like I was wearing stockings not. What daddy didn't know was that it was a cherry popping party and Sherrie had managed to get enough vibrators for everyone, but we had to buy them to keep them and I managed to get enough to do so. Although Sherrie moved a few months later and lost touch with her.In and out I push the vibe turning it up some as it hums inside of me and I squirm about, my pussy hot and wet, and all I can think of is my dads cock, how red the head was, and how wonderful it looked, oh god I'm such a slut. With. Sweat prickled and then poured down her back and forehead. The size was a treat, but it was painful too, and tears started to glisten in her eyes. But she honestly thought the least she could do for the boy was take it (and of course she enjoyed the challenge). Eventually, her body took the hint and opened around him, and the pain and the pleasure and that little bit of regret deep in the back of her mind that came from being unfaithful to Art, all that got swallowed in the maw, and she began. It moved and a face showed. A heavy grey beard and long dirty hair framed it. It was smudged with dirt and the lips were cracked. Blue eyes stared back at her in defiance. “Leave me the fuck alone, woman.”“Okay, okay, I just want to help. No need to be rude.”“Fuck off, bitch.” the face turned into the dirty blankets.Cindy sighed and walked on, heading for the closest subway station two blocks away.Later that evening when she came back the man was still there but he had moved closer to the.