‘Daddy’? “What?” Kristy demanded defensively, one hand squelching rapidly between her thighs, the fingers of the other digging deep furrows into the flesh of her huge, soft breast. Dad would still be right up here with a shotgun, if I ever wound up preggers without being married, first!”
“I can think of worse fates,” I murmured, and she gasped and jerked her head up to meet my eyes. “That was amazing!” she murmured against my lips, running her fingers slowly through my hair. “You put your hands on his hips, to help show him how much you’re ready to take.”
Tammi was a little short of breath at the moment, but she nodded her agreement and did as Kristy said. She was Kristy’s age, two years younger than me, and with her and Kristy both joining me at university in September our parents had offered to let her stay in our guest room rather than needing to pay for an apartment or stay in the dorms. “Ummm… They compromised with a change of positions, Tammi at least getting to lay herself back down first, as I moved into place beside her and I finally got my proper kiss. It was only a fraction of an inch at a time, but it was working. The two of them were laying completely naked on Kristy’s bed,
