" I walked downstairs and knocked on the door to the study. "Come in." I walked into a rather spacious room, filled with books upon books that covered... all of the walls. There was one sole desk in the center of the room where Diana was currently seated, and she looked particularly perplexed reading over accounting papers and what not. "Are you busy, Diana?" Diana recognized the voice that called out to her and a big grin came across her face. "Aj! What are you doing here? Where is Dan?" I closed. I was always sort of a nerd, a numbers freak.Didn't help, I suppose, that my parents were number people, too. My mother was a bookkeeper, my dad a meter engineer for the power company.So I came by it honestly.I took accounting classes in high school, and then in college, becoming an Accounting major with degree in hand in three and a half years.I got a job and settled into what I assumed would be the American Dream.Didn't work out that way, not exactly.I met a young woman named Linda, and I. She loved to fuck. She developed tits at a young age and it did not take long for one of her dad's friends to poke his dick in her fuck hole. She then began fucking him every chance she got. He took cock pills and sometimes would fuck her at least four times. She loved his fingers and dick and tongue in her cunt and also she loved the feeling of her cunt filled with his cum. She also fucked several of the boys in school and a male teacher. Her DD tits attracted every horny male around her. At. He did not stop, only slowed a bit, and continued stroking into me as I passed through the sensitive phase very quickly. As his exclamations, moans, and grunts became more emphatic, I began climbing toward orgasm again. After a bit of time, I know not how long, but not long, I tipped over; Dad followed me shortly thereafter.As I slowly came down from on high, I became aware of my surroundings. I was on my back on the kitchen table, my legs hanging off it, with Dad’s torso on mine, his cock in.