After three shots each the conversation turned to sex and she asked me what it was about her ass that I liked so much and I told her that I could spen... more time describing the fantasy to her in words or I could show her how wonderful it would be for both of us if she would just grant me permission to completely devour that particular square inch of her body. She asked what was in it for her and I told her frankly that if she would just relax and trust me that her body would answer that. “Dad this isn’t what,” Milo began again, getting ready to say exactly what he had tried to tell Carrie. I tightened my legs around him though and he shut up. I began to push down around Milo’s cock. He had a look of confusion, mixed with pleasure on his face. I could tell that he was scared but that he did not want to have to take his cock out of me either. I was not going to let him though, even if he did. Looking over I locked eyes with Mr. Hudson, as I pushed back and forth against his son’s. 'American Hero?' he asked, laughing. You couldn't fight a baby and win. He looked over her small frame appreciatively though, from her sweet face to her smallish breasts on down to her ample rounded behind and great legs. Her clothing revealed more than it covered as the clothing hugged her body which was damp from perspiration as she had been walking around the property all morning, and the weather was August warm in Shenandoah Valley, Virginia. 'The old man, as you call him, did not ask me. I walk over I see what she's done. I'm not a car guy, but I'd wanted to own a Jaguar E-Type Roadster since I was a kid. An original 1966 Series 1 that I'd bought when I sold my first company.And now she's crashed her ugly tank of a thing into it. On American roads, my beautiful car looks like a toy car but it does look pretty. Did, look pretty. I get to the back of the car and there's a good-sized dent in the back, 100% something I can get fixed in a couple of days and at minimal cost but like.