I watched her grow up around my step-daughter – maybe not literally, but figure of speaking. I’d already known of my step-daughter’s promiscuity, but this friend of hers felt it was her moral obligation to report to me.
“And what about yourself?” I asked, pouring myself a drink. I couldn’t help but to notice her firm breasts, perfectly shaped ass and that face of innocence that wrapped around her own sexual demons. “Are you having sex?”
“No,” she said. “I’m waiting for the right man.”
I could feel my cock growing inside my pants. Somehow I knew where this was going to happen. “And who may that be?”
“Someone older; someone with more experience.” She walked over and kissed me, sliding her hands into my jeans and began stroking my cock. “Someone like you.” She got down on her knees, unlatched my belt and zipped down my jeans. Her other than fished into boxers to pull out my hard on, while the one she stroked me with pulled at the button. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock while her little pink tongue licked at the tip. The blood rushed to my head.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Where did you learn how to suck cock?”
“Your daughter,” she said.