Just as Jim was about to say something, the sound of a car door shutting close floated across the quiet night.We both froze and looked to our left whe...e the sound came from. Across the backyard we could see my neighbor, Mike, in his driveway shoving his keys into his jacket pocket. Sheer panic washed over me. Could he see us? No, I remembered, we were under the deck and behind the canoe. I knew from many a night spent at neighborhood parties that it was difficult to see up the hill into. Okay, I knew I crossed a line, and tomorrow, when his dad came home, I was going to be banned for life for talking to his son like this. I was about to go to bed and end my night when he asked, "Hold old were you when you did it the first time?" Sixteen," I said. Not something I was proud of, but why lie?His hand was now on my leg, and he said, "Please don't go to bed just yet, I have more questions but I want, well, I want a woman's opinion."I smiled. Suddenly I knew anything we talked about. . I’m a little cute faggot Daddy." Brandy blushed. "Oh, you can do better than that! You’re Daddy’s little sissy-girl! Now, say it Baby!" "I am, I’m Daddy’s little cute sissy!" more blushing ensued… "Good bitch! And, are you Daddy’s little cocksucker too?" "I, I am Daddy’s little cocksucker!" Brandy squealed while feeling Ben’s large hands roaming all over her excited sexy pale body, finally resting on her pert supple cheeks as he kneaded them enthusiastically which made her whole body tingle!. Ben told us, "When I bought my property, everyone told me I was nuts to buy up on Mystery Mountain. They said I would probably have bad luck and wouldn't be able to do any farming or to raise any animals. My wife and I lived off game for the first couple of years, until the sheep and pigs became more plentiful. I began farming using a mule and did right well growing enough grain and cutting enough grass for hay. As you can see, the mountain has been good to me. The other two neighbors lower.