Daddy worked really hard to support us and held down two jobs during the week. Every weekend he would spend every waking moment with me. Really, my da... was my hero. He brought me up to be an outdoor person. We spent the weekends, hiking, camping, biking, or swimming at the lake. When I turned twelve, I started telling my dad he needed to find a woman, but he always gave me a standard answer, 'I already have a princess at home, no man could ask for more.'Even though he would never do anything. "The truth was, I really wasn't sure what I would do if she were to back out now. I had waited a long time for this moment, and I already knew full well, even at this early stage, that it would be all I had anticipated. For me there was no turning back.-------------------------As far back as I can remember, I cannot recall a time when it didn't give me a special thrill to be able to wiggle my fingers against some woman's ticklish spots, or even to just HEAR the word spoken. Even as a child,. "Well I brought a few bottle of moonshine if you have any party goers courageous enough to try it. Just so you know, we have already had a drink made with it." I explained."So is it good?" he asked.I was surprised when Wilma said, "I think it's great." So what does it taste like," he asked."Nothing else compares to it. You will just have to try it to know," I admitted. What I didn't tell him was that it wasn't even the good stuff yet. Tomorrow I would start cooking the good stuff, I thought."So. Her arms and legs closed around the grunting boy, crushing his muscular body against her, hugging him tightly in an effort to slow down his thrusting."Please, my pussy's sensitive!" Jenny gasped, and her eyes almost popped out as Greg's searing-hot cock kissed her G-spot."Slow down, billy-goat," Skip said to Greg. "You're gonna blow your nuts before you've had any fun." I'm having fun," Greg grunted, humping fast and hard, driving his rigid cock up Jenny's pussy again and again. "Feels so.