"Kristy we can not fuck here! What if someone comes down? What if that kid is going to tell someone right now?"She smiled and then straddled my crotch..., facing the laptop screen. She did not impale herself on my cock but instead positioned so that her dripping box was on top of it, her lips parted on the top ridge of my length. As her on-screen persona rubbed the big, veiny toy along her snatch, Kristy did the same with me.The sensation was incredible. It was the best lap dance that I could have. You see, Chris, I found him alone in my house with my wife. She said that nothing happened, but they were holding hands and looking all starry-eyed when I walked in. I punched Bill in the face in and then threw his ass out on my driveway. He made a three-point landing and will take a while to heal. I'm not his boss, so I cannot fire him, but rest assured that I will come after him if he ever comes near my wife again, even if I have to come there to get to him."Chris responded hesitantly, "I had. ”“How old were you when you first exposed yourself and allowed a boy to touch you.”“I was twelve, but it wasn’t a boy, it was my uncle.”“Did you have breasts at twelve?”“I had some nice little titties back then. When I went to my cousin’s house, she and I didn’t wear our bras. She was smaller than me and didn’t have titties yet, so I never wore my bra over there either.”“Tell me about your uncle touching you.”“My cousin was helping her mom in the kitchen and I went in to watch TV. My uncle was. The next morning, whilst fucking the pussies of the two hungover Stepsisters with the handles of kitchen implements, they were surprised by a very loud trumpet blast.“Who fanny farted?” asked one of the Stepsisters.“That wasn’t a fanny fart,” replied Cinderella. “That’s a messenger from the King.”Slowly, they all made their way downstairs to see what news the messenger had. He held in one hand Cinderella’s glass dildo on a cushion, and a message in the other. He coughed, and held up his message.