A Night To Remember/Epilogue

A Night To Remember

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Epilogue

The neighbour girls came over more frequently after they discovered how good orgasms can be when someone experienced, like myself, administered them properly. Unlike her sister who couldn’t wait to show her breasts to me, it took two months for Mickie to finally reveal hers. It was then that I discovered the reason for her reluctance.

One breast was slightly smaller than the other, which embarrassed her considerably. That was quite normal but it took a very lengthy breast massage and stimulation session before she became a bit more secure with the knowledge. I was amazed that Jen wanted to help and found out that she had a breast fetish. Handling, fondling, stimulating a girls breasts was something that excited her. She didn’t have the desire to use her mouth, but knowing my daughter, it would only be a matter of time before she did.

The second time Jen helped me with Mickie’s breasts, we were only about fifteen minutes into the massage when she pulled me over and demanded, “Fuck my brains out, NOW!”

Which, of course, I tried to. Mickie had also overcome her reluctance to masturbate and rubbed herself off while she watched us fuck next to her. She came in about three minutes flat. Not quite up to Jen’s speed but she was steadily improving and had gotten quite good at it.

As luck would have it, the girl’s father took employment a considerable distance away in a town in the midlands and it broke our hearts to see them leave. We ducked away though at the last minute and I gave each of them a tongue lashing and arse hole reaming that I hoped would carry them over for awhile.

Then, three years later we were all reunited again as neighbours. It was a strange twist of fate that led my family to move, quite by accident, into the same estate and not two lanes over from them.

Both of the girls had matured considerably and were graced with very healthy sets of chest ornaments. Before they left, I was not able to help them lose that annoying little bit of skin called a hymen, but they had long since lost it by the time we were reunited. Both of them had developed a skill under the bed covers that rivaled my daughter’s. There were a few sleep overs after we first moved that left me incapacitated for days. My poor old soldier wasn’t used to the exertion and almost shriveled up and fell off.

Those were happy times that I relive frequently in my dreams.

The End

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