I'd been dozing the afternoon away lying on top of my candy stripe duvet covers. My room was at the back of the house, but it still got enough sunlight to be warm in the summer months.
Now I was lying on my side, lazily touching myself a little through a fresh pair of purple panties, thinking about how hard Dad had come down my throat just hours earlier. My phone pinged on the nightstand. I grabbed it and flopped onto my back.
I smiled when I saw it was a text from my best friend Jane. We had met at Angel Academy on the first day and had quickly become inseparable.
Jane and I had been in the same Innocence and Slut Play classes together in the s*x ed final term at the Academy. I'd gone down the innocent-white-panties--good-girl-for-Daddy route on my first day home after graduating. Jane
