" Then she laughed and if I hadn't been attracted to her before then, her laugh would have won me over."Why do you have this dollhouse ... I mean arch...itectural 3-d model?" she asked smiling. "Are you a nerd too?" No, I'm and architect," I said. "I designed the house. That's why he invited me to the party." So you're not..." she began."Nope," I said. "I'm not some famous guy." Then you're not trying to act like you're too cool for the room?" she said in shock."Nope, I'm just a regular guy. I'm. I wasn't going to be put off by any excuses tonight. No headaches, no pretending to be asleep, oh no sir, she was going to get my cock tonight and then I wanted to hear her explain why I couldn't feel the sides of her cunt.I dropped the babysitter and hurried home to find the bedroom dark and Darla in bed. I turned on the small table lamp on the bedside table and undressed. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and, just out of curiosity, I looked in the dirty clothesbasket. Darla's. I slowly entered her; she sighed audibly and started moaning with pleasure. I kept going steadily till the base of my dick was touching her soft pussy. I gave a few slow strokes and then looked at her legs; she had brought her feet together but had spread her thighs wide. I bent over her sheet covered upper body and grabbed her buttocks and rammed my tool in till the base of my shaft touched her body, she was taking in quick gasps of breath. I kept it there, and rubbed my pelvis all over her. This expectation had educated and fixated my mother with her father, and she ended up being the one left wanting, and who one night slipped under his bed sheet and took the liberty for her own gratification, while her mother slept alongside in the same bed, with Grandfather in between both.Such a tale when told to me, left me shaking, I found it erotic to say the least, he dirtiness of such an act, titillated, and appealed to me, I knew then I had to experience it, by my mid teens, I had been.