She needed a shower. She turned the hot water on and stripped out of her clothes as steam filled the small bathroom. When she stood under the hot spr...ay, she sighed as the heat loosened tight muscles and relaxed her. Looking back on the night, she was stunned at her actions. She never did anything like that. That was something Cora would do. Not her. She was Cassidy Jennings. She owned a bookstore, drank tea, and ate health food. She was not the kind of girl who had sex, or almost had sex,. I saw one of those things called ‘girls toys’ or the ‘no need for men’ goodies. No more than a hand sized vibration toy; Tabatha looked at me and then at Samantha, or more precisely, her exposed womanhood.The squeal of shock, surprise and delight from Samantha was incredible to behold. Her head shot up from her pleasuring Daisy, then she called out “Benjamin wait your…your…oh yeah…oh…oh…”Her hips started swaying as Tabatha touched each spot to spin Samantha into absolute giddy heaven. Just the. I let go of the mini orgasm I was having as his finger lingered there inside my panties. My clit pulsed against his palm as his finger lingered just slightly inside my sexual fold.Then daddy did it. I felt his finger slide into my wet pink pussy. My body tensed as his finger wiggled inside my hot cavity. This felt nothing like my own finger. Again, I moaned. I was wet and ready for more than his finger. I wanted his cock inside me. As he fingered me, his other hand found one of my breasts again. Very worth while indeed. For me and for him both so far as I could tell. He was like me in many ways...brought up under strict schooling and English discipline...private boarding school where all manner of nasty things go on at the dead of night, but no more of that. But it meant that we had both been beaten by senior boys, - who no doubt got one hell of a sexual thrill out of it tho' they claimed they were simply maintaining discipline and it was nothing personal.....you bet it wasn't. How.