And she knew that she could never tell a soul about this! How could she? She would be so ashamed! How could she tell even her best friend that her dad... was feeling her up, lying on her with a huge hard-on in his pants?She wanted to curse her father, the way her mother often had cursed him, but she could only whimper helplessly beneath his great weight as he licked his tongue over her neck.She wanted to protest in some way when she felt her father's fingers clawing at her little bra, but she. Her boy had wavy black hair and was obviously spending a lot of the summer at the beach judging by his dark, tanned skin.The ride was broken down so we were just kind of standing there waiting for it to get fixed. We introduced ourselves to each other and her little boy, Ryan, started asking us about the big Mickey buttons we were wearing. As it turned out, they could only get into the Minnie Mouse breakfast at the Paradise Pier hotel and Ryan was wearing the Minnie Mouse pin he got there. But. It glistened,all ten inches of it glistened. Lube.A primal fear raced through my veins. I felt vulnerable and exposed."Listen very carefully," she began as she bent down, reached around, andstarted stroking my dick. I felt the tip of the dildo touch my buttcheeks, flopping as she stroked my dick."I love getting fucked hard and fast and furiously. You look like you'reman enough for me, to satiate my incredible appetite for cock. And you'vegot a big, hard, beautiful cock, a cock that I want in my. He looked down at my hand as I massaged myself over my skirt, his face chiselled with a wry smile, neither laughing or outright smiling, just a sort of stupid mask that mixed his desire to probe inside my wet pussy, and the constraint of my being u******e but gagging to be fucked, I am sure you men reading this might recognise this dilemma, when confronted with a beautiful horny teenage girl.I have a cute bum, many have complimented me on it, so by lifting my skirt around my waist and bending.