She agreed to easily and to eagerly.I have had people subtly try to change me. It doesn't do any good. I have known who and what I am since I was elev...en years old. Who I was, was cemented into my id at that time.This was some fifteen years prior to that night of the party and we had one and half dates. The first was light and easy and when she asked if I would see her again; I told her I really wasn't sure, she was nice, but it seemed to me she was looking for something long term in her life. I. Her eyes were captivating… blue sapphires that sucked me in. I reached up and ran a finger along her chin, my eyes asking if she was sure. She took my hand and kissed my finger. I looked around and with the trees and fence the way they were we had the backyard to ourselves. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. I whispered “Sorry I’m so sweaty.” She said “Noooo Right now that’s just fine.” We kissed again and her hand ran up my arm, sweat and all. I felt like a teenager. Three glasses later and my head was beginning to swim a little, leaning against him, head on his chest thrilled when he ran a hand between our bodies and described the outline of my breasts through the thin cotton dress.“Are you on the pill, darling?”I nodded, my heart beating wildly as confirmation of his intentions came by way of that simple question. Alright, so I wasn’t a virgin, but up till now my experience had consisted of a couple of fumbling surrenders at the bottom of the school. “Daugher please!” the mother protested, but we were set upon coitus and naught would stop it.My knee eased her knees apart, I guided my member with the hand so recently within her and gently he nuzzled her soft womans parts before being engulfed by her softness as I pressed my member inwards.“Whore,” I whispered and our lips entwined“See mother I could not resist,” she husked.“Enough child,” the mother protested.Ripples of ecstasy shuddered through my whole being, my only though was forcing my.