"You don't have to be that shocked." She grinned. "I know I come off as worldly. I just never met a guy before that I wanted to go the extra step with...." But you looked so calm, so, hell I don't know. So ready." I was ready. I decided months ago, the day I met you, in fact, that you could have my cherry. And today, when you were getting ready to, uh, do me, I figured that it would either be good or be bad. If it was bad, then I could experiment and figure out if it was you or me."I blinked. I. The bitch put a finger up to her lips, indicating we should be silent. She locked the door behind her and moved over me. She kissed me on my neck and I felt her little hand holding my hard dick.A few moments later her fingers were stroking me very hard. She smiled at me and I kissed her mouth deeply. My tongue probing between red lips. I felt my hardening erection aching even worse.Brenda moaned softly, as she kept jerking me off.I reached my hand down and my naughty fingers soon found her wet. Jackpot.People could say whatever they wanted about his dumb fuck-up sons. Donald knew that he did one thing right when he made Ivanka. His failures in business, marriage, and politics ... they didn’t matter because he made her: a smart, beautiful, thoughtful woman. With a bitchin’ bod to boot.Donald leaned in to catch a better view and unknowingly pressed his diminutive hands against the door. The door creaked ever so quietly. He muttered, “fuck” as Ivanka turned around. She saw him. I used my right hand to guide the head of my hard cock to the pouting, oozing opening of Linda’s pussy, and I pushed inside, taking three or four strokes before I was fully in. I felt her flinch as my cock entered her, and although it seemed to go in easily, the fit was beautifully snug once I was inside. “I’ve got you right where I want you, now,” I heard Linda say, as I began a steady rhythm, thrusting at a moderate pace, just to get things started, and she took a deep breath, and added,.