" Well, if you react well, what more could we ask."It was probably closer to seven-thirty when we heard Mark yell, "Wagons Ho!" He told us to have the...coach lead out, so we did and then followed with each of our other wagons. The O'Connell wagon fell in after us and it was followed by the Gundersons.Mark rode up and down the line of wagons and watched them form up. It was quite an impressive sight. Before long, all of the wagons were moving in a long line. I rode up on a little rise and watched. So i kissed her on the forehead and when she looked up we locked lips, and i put my tongue down her throat until she started to moan. I feel both her hands rubbing over my crotch searching for my cock, as i start fondling her little breasts over her shirt. Something in me spoke up saying "when in doubt, whip it out" so i stood up and pulled her to the edge of the booth seat. At this point my dick was a fucking missile. I had to pull it out to give it air at the very least. So i unbuttoned my. .. And scowled deeply at meevery time I expressed interest in anything feminine. As far as he wasconcerned, I was his perfect boy, the 'chip off the old block', and hewas going to do everything within his power to ensure I stayed thatway. And then, fifteen months ago, when I told him that I couldn't bethe son he wanted, it was like he decided that if I didn't want to behis son, then he didn't want to be my father.The frustrating thing is that dad's more than happy to spend time withany of my. Oh yes! I'm David a 49-year-old divorcee.Carrying on with the story, Jane had told Steve to get out and followed him down the stairs to throw after him his dirty washing. She'd slammed the communal front door and just collapsed into tears on the stairs, which is where I'd found her.A couple of brandies later, Jane decided to go back upstairs to her now empty flat. At my front door she apologised for the trouble she'd brought, to which I'd laughed and said it was worth it to hold a beautiful.