‘And that’s why I’m traveling on this dusty road to god-knows-where.’ When she felt tears burning behind her eyes, she cleared her throat agai.... She hated getting all choked up although she had every right to feel sad. But that’s not why those tears were threatening to fall now. Whenever she thought about her mother, she couldn’t help it. She missed her so damn much. No sense in crying over spilled milk, though. Time to change the radio channel, so she did… Although she drove a luxury vehicle. “I want to stay. Don’t you want to fuck my ass?”My head was spinning; I felt I must have been dreaming. “Your ass?”“Sure,” Alyssa said, bending back down and pulling off her panties. “My Daddy says I’m not ready to get fucked in my pussy, but I am allowed to have anal sex.”“Your father knows you have sex with men?” I asked.“Sure. Who do you think taught me? Don’t you have sex with your daughter?” I didn’t respond, and Alyssa didn’t press the question. “The problem is, I think my daddy’s cock. Now go to sleep, you toad, don’t bother me with any more fantasies.” Sarah was smiling to herself as she turned over, as few fantasies in her own head, but no thought to bring them out.It was a drizzly morning next day. Both families were congregated in the bigger tent, watching the sky lighten into the promise of a decent day again. Brad poked at Gord’s and Sarah’s air mattress. “I like it a bit firmer like this. It was really nice last night. How did you like our’s, Gord?” Brad kept a poker. " She looked up at me. "Why?" "Well, because I like a woman with curves. I like nice boobs and a nice round ass. Nothing worse than a bony ass." She giggled. Do I have a round bootie?" At this point I probably should have stopped, but the alcohol took over. "I dunno. I haven't seen your ass." She stood up and turned around, sticking her ass out. "There. How's that?" I decided to push my luck. "I dunno", I said. "I really can't see." She moved closer and shook it. "How about now?" "Sweetie, you.