I stood up and my hard on was sticking out like a pup tent. She stood up on woobley legs , I said what about this as I point to the front of my pants?...She said oh yeah that. Then she kneed me in the balls as hard as she could. I fell to the floor. As she walked pasted me laying in the fetal position she said that should get rid of that problem. She went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. It took me about fifteen minutes before I could stand up. I went into that same bathroom to. She made no protest when I placed my hands on her knees and pulled them apart to allow me to get my very first view of real live pussy. What I actually saw was a couple of quite prominent lips with a definite pronounced slit between them and it was really nothing like the pictures I had seen of other women's pussies, but it was real and live, even if it was my sisters. I had no prior sexual experience and, to this day, I still don't know why I did it or what gave me the idea but to my surprise. Fit. They were fit to fuck. I smiled when I introduced myself. "John," I said as I took the father's hand. He tightened his grip like a vice, and I met him with equal pressure. Our joints popped from the force and my smile turned wry. "If you only knew where my hand had just been buddy," I thought."Ted Smith," her Dad said, and we released one another. I turned to the mother and took her hand lightly, then raised it to my lips for a gentle kiss. "Delighted, Madame, to make your acquaintance," I. “What’ll it be, Sir?” The bartender asked in a tired voice.“Crown and coke.”“A double? Happy Hour gets you two for one!”“No, I’m not out to get drunk. Just mix me one in a tall glass of coke on ice.”He was watching the bartender mix the drink when she walked past him. He saw her in the bar mirror as she turned. His heart did that little fluttering, skip-a-beat, flip-flop thing again. Could this be the lady cowgirl? She’s dressed in denims and a nice hundred-dollar western shirt. Her boots.