I went to rubbing all over her chest, I just couldn’t believe the dimensions of her juggs! Then I reached down into her sweat pants, and felt throu...h the coarse, curly, stiff hair around her pussy, I slid my finger into her slimy gash. I watched in amazement as her body responded to my finger massaging her wet snatch, the three-inch wide dark spots on top of her teats wrinkled up and sprouted two firm purple nipples that rose up nearly an inch from out of her ebony mounds, her pussy grew. ThenI heard a sudden movement from the living room along the short innerhallway."Don't come in, son!" my dad called back. "Please! Just leave me alonefor a bit."Now I was genuinely worried. Dad sounded really frightened. I opened theliving room door, and entered.There, standing in the corner of the room like a trapped rabbit, was mydad. He looked fine, apart from one immediately obvious thing."Dad," I said, closing the door. "You're dressed up as a woman."It was a pretty pointless observation. That I know because I got to stay there a few times. Debs manages to hang on with her work though, of course she would like to make more money but her $75K per year average is easily enough for us. She is a bit overworked lately, her main concern is making a mistake, because her job is to heal people and if she does make an error it’s a disaster. So even her clinic job is now 10 hours, and sometimes she goes in on Saturday. That and my own $934 a month after they take out for Medicare covers. I guess there are nice people and asses in every demographic, including swingers. I digress. Patrick is a nice guy. He’s hot as hell and sends me messages that are quite possibly the perfect balance between sweet and sexy. Its not too much, not over the top, but he makes me feel great and I know he wants me. He’s also very confident. He knows he’s hot as hell and he knows what he wants, so there’s no game playing. In the 5 or 6 days between when we first met and immediately had sex and when.