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I was excited. We had just won our first away game. I was a freshman
on the junior varsity lacrosse team, and though I didn’t get to play
very much, it didn’t matter. Our spirits were high.
After the game was over, I had changed from my lacrosse gear into my
favorite shorts. In my preparations for the game, I forgot to bring an
extra change of boxers, so I wore the shorts without underwear. It was
hard for me not to get aroused by the feeling of my cock rubbing
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Breaking In Emma [Part 4]
My heart started racing at Steve’s words, and at the thought of how things were turning out with Emma and Jess. My little girl and her friend were standing before me, dresses in hand, awaiting instructions from me, for what a stranger on the internet said would be nothing short of a full-on, hardcore sexual experience. My hands trembled with both fear and anticipation when I typed my reply to Steve’s last message. “So how do we begin this fun?”, I asked. “Tell the girls to change into the dresses and model them for you.”, came Steve’s reply a moment later. I told Emma and Jess to do just that. Jess, being more confident and excited than my daughter, started stripping out of her PJ’s immediatly. Having given her thong to Emma to wear earlier, Jess’s body under her PJ’s was completely nude. After she removed her pajama’s, and started to don the dress, I stared at her naked, young body. Jess was slightly developed up top, yet still hairless down below. Jess took notice of my staring and grinned happily. Emma, being shy again was a little hesitant. This worrying me, I typed what was happening to Steve. Steve said that it was good that Jess smiled, and to maybe tell Jess how beautiful Emma looked would encourage her to play along. I told Jess that Emma was very beautiful, and Jess said “Oh yeah, Emma. Come on, model with me.” You just gotta love the girl for being helpful in my quest to do them. Emma looked at Jess for a moment, and then began stripping of her nightgown. Emma’s tiny breasts budded out in the air. I gasped out when she removed the borrowed thong, taking special interest in her hairless little slit. Emma picked up her dress, and with Jess’s help with the zipper in back, put it on. I typed to Steve that they were in their dresses, and asked “What now?”
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