That afternoon Ronnie knocked on the door and introduced herself, she was younger than Cara, I would guess mid 20's and skinny and punkish with black ...spiky hair, mascara, purple eye shadow and wearing a t shirt with big armholes that exposed her bra, she was fairly flat chested maybe an 'a' cup, her jeans were fit tight round her little boyish arse and I felt my cock rising and was aware that I was staring. Ronnie threw her arms around me and said, 'I think he likes me, can we have some fun?',. The cafe or diner is a young man's game and not the place to practice the skills I have developed over many years as a waiter. I love my food and enjoy cooking. I would have been a chef except that I never had the chance when I was younger to learn. So I chose to be around food as a waiter, learning how things are cooked, matching wine to foods, helping people to enjoy the whole experience rather than just filling the gap. This was the perfect place for me to work and my boss wanted the same. Then I straddled him. My church dress rustled. A hot shiver ran through me. I was losing my virginity at church. I was embracing incest. What would the preacher think of me? My friends.Why, they might think church wasn’t the right spot, but it was incest. They had to know it was right. Like I did. They had to understand how amazing and beautiful it was. A hot and heady thrill ran through me.So amazing. So beautiful.I pressed my cunt down on my father’s cock. Losing my virginity didn’t even. .wish I could get one." "I know how you could get one." "What, you got a trick to get it in deeper?" "Well, um, no. Not into your own mouth, anyway" He sat up again. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dude, are you talking about blowing me? I told you, I'm not gay!" Maybe that had been too much. "Sorry man, don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. Just saying I could help you out. But not if you don't want to."He didn't push back against this, just didn't answer. I assumed this meant he.