He tucked his thumb into the sleeve of his shirt and rubbed the metal to bring out the shine a bit. It needed some polish. He’d spent a half hour �...brushing’ the hat to clean it up and make it look presentable. It hadn’t been worn in years. For some reason he’d taken it out of its storage place and brought it along. It was about Lacey’s size. He gazed upon the pin that’d been put on the hat band. It was a well earned little jewel of a rodeo queen. He was still wondering if it’d seem too. "By this time, Jill could drag me anywhere by my cock. She let go long enough to turn on the jets, then snuggled in next to me.We started kissing again, I let my hands roam over her body and was tugging at the shoulder straps of her one-piece suit when we heard Carrie clear her throat.Clad in a black bikini with a tube top barely containing what looked like D-cup breasts, Carrie was a long, long way from the butterball who my daughter brought home from school about a decade ago. Looking at her,. I grabbed the arms of the chair and held on as tight as I could. The chair would move a little across the floor each time he slammed into me deep.His cock stretched my ass and pummeled my insides. His nuts crashed against me. His hands held firmly to my waist, keeping my ass where he wanted it.“Fuck, dude,” he said, “nice hole. Deep and tight.”He proceeded to fuck my ass deep and fast. No more short strokes, only deep, hard, fast strokes.I felt my load building. I wasn’t going to be able. S. division."But you didn't tell me what you want to do after graduation." Truth be known, I know nothing of my father's company, and have no interest in learning. What I would really like to do is teach literature at a college somewhere, or even at the prep school level. But that's never going to happen. My dad wants me to learn the business so that I can take over for him. He has had some health issues of late and they are troubling to him and to my mother and me."Randolph Jefferson Atterbury.