However much I love her, I am not going to give the match away. I started attacking more viciously, but she moved out and I could not connect. But the...tension was rising. It was becoming a real fight between a husband and wife.The first round was over without anybody getting any points. We both were sent back to the corner for rest. I looked at her and she looked at me. I was challenging her and she sort of accepted the challenge by looking confident. The bell rang and the second round was. “Love her! She’s sweet!”“Yeah, Brother,” added Craig. “You lucky bugger! Best one since Susan ... Come to think, the only one since Susan! Try not to lose this one, eh? She’s mint!”“Couldn’t agree more, Craig,” I replied. “It’s not been as easy as it sounds – one thing after another keeping us apart. But now, perhaps...”“Feels like she’s always been here,” added Nessa (the contraction she preferred). “Fits right in!”Other pseudo-siblings called in over the evening. Word had got round that my. One nite as I drove another out of the way route home I ended up out near the local truck stop, and I saw that here was an Adult Book Store very near to the truck stop. I had always been into porn mags and would sneek dads to jack off with, and though I liked women I was drawn to the big cocks of the men in the pictures. I had by this time played with the idea of getting fucked by a man like those women in the mags and had used a home made toy to exp what it felt like to be penetrated, once I. After we took turns at drying each other off with small talk. I said "Annie.. How about I give you the nightie. Then you can change into it here in the bathroom, or in your bedroom." Deciding you'd rather prep yourself in your bedroom, you took it and left.In Dad's large bathrobe, I cruised down the hall. Upon arriving, though I was just sixteen. I felt like a bride on her wedding night. About to give all of what is special to me, away to my lover. The only man I've ever really loved, my.