Celeste could see there was a painful past hidden behind those words and a pair of beautiful blue eyes."I want to get some experience for my novels," ...was Sam's excuse."How will you use your naked experience with two women in your Western stories?" queried Naomi."That genre is dead. I want to write erotica. At least I can enjoy writing about something pleasurable." How about you, Celeste?" asked Naomi."Don't laugh. I want to buy my own nudist and swingers resort with my winnings," blurted. For one endless moment, the fifteen-year-old quivered deliriously on her father's lap, and Mark knew she was coming furiously. His stroking finger dug deeper into her hot juicy slit, probing its sticky sweetness, wondering if he could actually get even half his colossal thick prick inside there."AAAAAGH!" Marsha cried out, tearing her lips from his. "EEEEE, DADDY, DADDY, IT'S--OOOOOO--WILD AND WONDERFUL! OH IT'S CRAZY! OH, DO IT TO ME NOW, NOW, NOW!"She'd had her first blazing climax, but Mark. Melissa had thrown back her head and stamped her feet, begging Miss Michaels to stop as the cane struck her palms.Miss Michaels told Melissa to stop acting like a child and take her punishment as a senior should. It had been the severest thrashing Mike ever witnessed.Mike thought to himself that Melissa had not been so brave now she experienced what a caning entailed. When her thrashing finished she'd been a total wreck and blew on her palms and rubbed them together, trying to relieve the. Annike was just 16. Pretty, blonde, small breasted, but very curious. At one point a German soldier looked into the attic. We hid, huddled together under a blanket, until he left, satisfied that there was nothing there worth taking. In broken English, Annike asked me to kiss her. Since the war started there were no boys around and she wanted to know what it felt like. I put my hand under her chin and pressed my lips to hers. Holding her there, I opened my mouth, letting my tongue swipe over her.