Doris and Les Girls
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Doris went to he fathers house after school. Her mother had divorced her father because she did not like sex. Doris was not like her mother.
When she was a little girl she would pull up her dress for boys after church. Sometimes she would take off her panties and let them feel her little hairless cunny. It was an exciting thing for her to do until her mother caught her and spanked her little bare bottom in front of her daddy until she could not sit down. Her daddy tried to stop his little girls punishment but to no avail.
Her mother was a prim religious fanatic whose only lover was Jesus. She hated her mother and loved her daddy.
Her mother would not let her go out on dates, or wear make up. She had lipstick hidden in her purse and would put it on after she left the house. Doris was horrified when the divorce court said she had to live with her mother.
Doris had a key to her daddies house and unlocked the door. She walked in quietly and heard noises from the bed room. Doris was curious. She snuck tippy toed to her dads bed to sunrise him.
He had his dick in a large rubber blow up doll! He must have got it at one of those sex shops she had heard about.
Her daddy grunted and shot his sperm in the dolls lubricated cunny hole. His dick went limp and he sighed. Doris looked at her dads shrinking dick. His spunk oozed out of the artificial cunt.
Her daddy sensing that there was someone there looked around and saw his teen age twins. She was going to ask them because she had heard that they smoked marijuana. The boys name was John and the girl was named Nadine. They were very close. Too close Doris thought. She had seen Nadine kissing her brother and it did not look like a sisterly kiss. Doris found them together at lunch time.
"Would you both like to come to my party next week end?" she ask.
They were surprised. No white person had ask them to a party before. They looked at each other and said.
"Ok, we will be there."
"Bring some marijuana."
"I have never tried it." said Doris in a low voice.
They said yes. They would be happy to turn this white girl on to smoking dope. Doris gave them her fathers address.
It was time for the birthday party. Doris got dressed and put on black lace panties and a pretty black lace bra. She donned a white dress.
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