When Jenna came down from this orgasm and felt her fathers cock slip out of her pussy she knew what was coming next, having seen Jessica done up the s...ame way a few weeks ago and gave a slight shudder, "What the fuck was I thinking?" was the only thought she could come up with, as Steve replaced her father between her legs and she felt the tip of the spit slip into her pussy, slide in six inches she was wet enough now that it gave no resistance to the spit sliding in, "WAIT!" Jenna yelled, "I. She wanted to go down to the river and make love, explaining we could go to a later Mass. She put her hand on my fanny and began massaging my silk. I spread my legs and she covered my entire fanny with her hand and was squeezing it and massaging it. As arousal set in, I began to feel warm and flushed and my fanny began to throb. I turned right at the next crossroad that led to the river. We parked under a secluded crop of trees, mostly surrounded by high brush. We got into the back seat and. He sighed. “No, I’m not mad. I’m just trying to process all this.”“Yeah,” I admitted. I was too. My lips felt chapped. I licked them and could still taste his sperm. I hate to admit it, but it was yummy.“Obviously we don’t tell anyone about this, right?” he asked.“Oops, I already tweeted it out to my followers,” I said.“Gabbie…”“Yes. Duh.”He sighed again. Without looking over at me he opened the truck door and stepped out, heading inside our house to take a shower and go to bed without looking. I’d experienced it before with other women. It was flirting with an edge. But with Rory, two months past her fifteenth birthday, it was an entirely different experience; more intense, thrilling.For a week, we did no more than flirt, hug, and occasionally kiss. Yet our conversations were laced with almost lewd suggestions, never blatant, just words delivered with a look, with eyes, and with sneaky smiles. Rory flourished. She was such an enchanting mix of youth and emerging maturity. She glowed.