He apologized but my Dad reassured him that he understood how and why it would be easy for a man to continue. I slowly stood up still crying and so...bbing loudly, I placed my hands on my beaten bottom and couldn’t believe that it felt twice as large with all the swelling. Daddy told me to go upstairs take a nice bath and get dressed in that nice cute pink summer dress he had picked up for me a few days ago because Matt would be taking me out to Dinner. And some times my Daddy really surprises. I figured Mom would come over all gooey between the legs at the sight of my virile young erection, take hold of it, play with it some, then lead me down the hall to her bedroom where she'd rip off her clothes and beg me to fuck her horny frustrated cunt till I couldn't get it up anymore!She didn't.... What she *did* do was slap me around the head quite a bit and tell me I must be nuts!!!After I got over that rejection, I figured I'd have better luck with my sexy little sister. But when I waved. A dark alley way, a parking garage, or while driving down the highway, day or night. My pussy get so wet as I recall the events, that I have to satisfy myself as I write this. It cannot wait, I have to relive the sensation. Slipping three fingers into my thickened opening, I finger myself deeply, thinking about the things we have done. It doesn't take long to get myself off, as I stroke my swollen clit until my juices are flowing freely. The I recall the first time he had me go to the ladies. “I like your mom, Charles, she’s really neat,” Claire said with a grin.“Yeah, she’s kind of cool most of the time. When I can make sense out of what she’s talking about?”We went to the living room, that I had made large enough to dance in. I explained to Claire that the Quickstep was different from anything we had yet done. I also suggested to her we would take things as slow as necessary.I described the first step, Quarter Turn to Right, as slow — quick - quick — slow. This took some time for.