I thought of girls, girls, and more girls now. I breathed in as I forced myself to look away and... Mom had perfume on. It must be a hot date. Good fo...r her. Flashes of her wearing only those thigh-high stockings filled my mind, her blonde, curly hair framing her lush and mature face, her large breasts soft and pillowy, perfect for groping. I imagined juices beading on her pubic hair, wet for me.“Oh, I need my big futa-daughter to fuck—”“Are you doing okay?” Mom asked, bursting my. "Why don't I get you something to drink?" Charles asked, changing the subject."Yes."Charles moved off to get her some punch, and Cynara noticed that the song was ending at just that moment. She followed Jane Withurby and Randall Trahern off the dance floor with her eyes, then just couldn't resist the urge to go talk to them."Hello there," she greeted casually after storming her way through the crowd to be in the exact spot they were headed."I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met," Randall said to. Feeling her nipples become almost rock solid was so satisfying for me. It's definitely an aim to keep them solid. Seeing she was enjoying herself a little too much I stopped abruptly. You could hear confusion and dismay in her muffled moans which quickly became moans which sounded like whining for more, so demanding isn't she?Leaving her to lay in an anticipating state of agony, I retrieved something from the kitchen. This was me trying something new for the very first time. Moving her onto her. It sucked.”“See? You should’ve just stayed home,” she said with a giggle.“Maybe I will next time. I got loaded up with assignments today, and I was busy until after dinner.”“That sucks.”“We have a science project due in a couple of weeks, plus I’m way behind reading the book for English class. I have to write a report by Friday.”“What’s the book?”“I have no idea,” I admitted, wincing at the thought.“It’s only Monday,” Heather reminded me.“Yeah, but she assigned our next English project today..