I was slouched on the couch, sitting forward and leaning back so that my butt barely on the edge of the couch and Jen was to my right leaning over to ...suck my dick. I had my right hand around and under her ass, fingering her wet pussy. Ron returned to the room and returned to his position between my legs on the floor and the two of them continued to alternate sucking my dick. I felt someone's fingers at my ass crack applying lube to my asshole and surrounding area. I then felt the tip of some. He did not need to ask for permission, but it made me happy that he was nice enough to do so. I of course nodded my head and told him “Yes.” Within seconds, we was kissing the inside of the thighs, still running his finger along the length of my pussy. It felt so good to have his lips against my skin. I looked up at daddy, passion, heat, love, so much showing in my eyes. He smiled down at me as he reached over and took one of my breasts in his hand. Aaron worked his way up from my thighs to my. I spread my legs and showed him the freshly-shaved cunt he'd asked for. I was here. Whatever doubts I'd had it was too late to back out now.He dragged me into the middle of the large bed, throwing the bedding onto the floor. "Put your hands overhead," he said. When I did he started slapping my tits. I'd asked him to online, but this was so much more ferocious than I'd expected. And yet I stood it - every slap made my nipples sting and it was so arousing.He slapped my tits, pulled my. I just knew. And somehow I knew that the pond had the answer. Late at night I would sneak out, but not to get drunk with some friends, not even to meet some illegitimate boyfriend. It was to go sit in the middle of the lake. I didn’t start out like that, of course. At first, I would just stand and stare, thinking about all my unanswered questions, then returning to my bed before I got to depressed. Then, as I slowly inched toward the pond, I slowly lost my girlish phobias about bugs and dirt,.