I woke up groggy before 8, donned a T and loose shorts and headed to the kitchen. As soon as I hit the entryway, I stopped ... and then started shucki...ng clothes. I had forgotten! However, the sight of Mom standing by the sink in her altogether and my shirtless Dad sitting at the table (the lower portion of his anatomy, except for his feet and lower shins, was blocked by the table and chairs) provided a powerful reminder.“Good morning, Shaggy,” greeted my dad. “I see that you forgot.”“Yeah, I. I feel myself convulse, and my pussy muscles contract, as your fingers rub my G harder, and you suck even faster. I hear myself scream, as my juices flood your hand. I have no time to think, nor even catch my breath, as you position your body over mine, raising my legs high, and slam your thick cock deep into my cunt. Your mouth searches for mine, and I smell my essence on your face… I lick your chin and lips, tasting my juices, before plunging my tongue deep into your mouth. You suck my tongue. Now I feel bad. If I weren't here, you could be in back, having a smoke." Oh that's fine, sugar, Daisy said. We'll just have a smoke here and keep you company."We talked for five or ten minutes, and another guy walked in and sat down on the other side of the stage. With that, Daisy nodded her head at the unseen DJ and his voice boomed out of the speaker system. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the 2-Cute Lounge, home of the world's loveliest girls." He wasn't wrong, at least so far. "And now. " There's a whole world out there Willow. You can see it, thrive in it. Imagine being at a school where everyone is artistic, imaginative. Oh sure the charcoal artists probably have a clique separate from the watercolor guys, but you can be free to create. Also be challenged." I challenge myself here." Painting my dick is no challenge. I wave it at you all the time. How about we get a large mirror and you paint yourself nude?" I don't think. What would I do with it." I'd take it. No,.