I....I guess I didn't really mean it like that... She blushes, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her body But now that we've done this...and I know how good it feels with you...I don't think I want to go looking for anyone else. If that's okay with you, Daddy?

Oh...I don't mind at all, Daddy. As long as it's with you...She smiles up at him, her eyes bright and filled with love and desire

Why, thank you kindly, She-winkwonk! I must admit, I'm quite excited about this whole adventure we're embarking on together. It's so nice of you to help me out like this... And please, call me Jessica. After all, we'll be learning about such intimate things, I think it's only fair that we get more familiar with each other.

Heehee, that's cute! "Winky." Just like you're name suggests! Well then, Winky, shall we go and get these items so that I can become the best little sex-teacher's assistant ever?

A thrill raced through Jessica's veins at his words. She nodded, trusting him completely in that moment. Slowly, she began to unbutton her uniform top, revealing her lacy white bra beneath. Andrea watched intently as she exposed one perfect breast after another, the soft mounds peeking out from the delicate fabric.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands cupped her breasts over the thin fabric of her bra, massaging them gently through the lace.

Moaning softly, Jessica arched into his touch. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs as he fondled her breasts. "You're so strong..." she murmured, trailing her fingers up his chest to play with the hairs on his stomach.

When she reached his belt, she fumbled with the buckle and then undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, already hard and impressive in size.

I feel completely drained but also strangely satisfied as I lie there in the back of the truck with them. It was an incredible experience sharing him tonight, and I can't help but wonder if this means that our friendship has changed too... somehow. I reach up to gently caress Trish's cheek before leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips.

"Thank you," I whisper to her. "For everything."

I blush deeply at Trish's words but can't help but return her smile. We lie there together under the stars, our bodies sore and satisfied, for what feels like hours before anyone says anything more. Finally, Cliff speaks up. "Hey, I think we should head home."