I pull away from her touch sharply and glare at the sheets, panic forming."What is it?" Nothing, sorry." I frantically search for something to take aw...ay the thoughts that have begun churning. Anything else. "Uhhh, Dad's doing his best but it's not the same." Is that what this is about?" She indicates the empty bottles on the desk across the room.I shake my head and wish I hadn't. It hurts.She strokes my temple again and I flush. "Won't your dad be worried?"I swallow, battling to keep the heat. When he did I saw the huge wet spot on the bed. He shot a large load of cum of his own. I asked when he did that . He said right when I was cumming in him. Our other lover, the guy who fucked me first, came to the bed, his massive cock very hard. The guy I just deflowered told him he wants his cock in him next.He got on his back and put his ass and legs up. Our friend got between his knees and without hesitation shoved his 9” cock deep in his ass. The newly deflowered guy started moaning and. She'll know this is about her if she ever reads it -- which I doubt she will. I'll never forget Kelli and how we came to meet and know each other.Tom couldn't believe what he saw that morning when he walked into the front office to ask his supervisor some administrative questions. His eyes quickly settled on a very attractive young woman, blonde, pretty and very nicely built, sitting there in the chair by the door waiting to be talked to as well. One of the first things Tom noticed about his. It was Bessie!Oh sure, the wheels shone like new, because they were new, or at least rebuilt. She had new fenders, freshly repainted, as were the chain guard and the front fork. But the frame -- her skeleton, her very bones -- was the same frame. The sprocket with its crank arms and pedals -- her heart -- were the same. So were her arms, the distinctively graceful handlebars with the rise and spread of wings, complete with the little Sturmey Archer shifter within reach of my right thumb when I.