“Mike, the place looks really good. It was getting a little rundown, but it looks good now. You’ve really got the place looking lived in and succe...sful. And look out there. Do I see three cows, two steers, and a calf? You’re becoming a real farmer.”We went by the pump house to wash up there, so that we wouldn’t track all of the big dirt in. When I sat to take my shoes off at the door, Ezra did the same and commented, “You know, I always did this at home, but when my Rachel passed, I became a. She began screaming at me. "Yes, yes, yes, harder Pete, fuck me harder." I was at my limit, I gripped her firm buttocks, dug my nails in, she was a bucking bronco rider on me and then, one final piercing scream. "Yeeeessssss" We came together. It seemed like buckets of it, our bodies drenched in sweat and cum. She lay there on top of me and eventually giggled. "Fuck! That was lovely. Thank you." "Yes." A one word reply hardly covered how I felt. Why did I say that? She readjusted and lay beside. For Janis and I. But trying to fuck Rhonda was the last straw. I didn’t want you to be my father any more, and Mom agreed. That’s why she finally fucking divorced you.“To tell you the truth, Dad, you’re only here because you happen to be in town. I appreciate you helping me out with my project, and I’m glad we’re not completely estranged, but I don’t really like you. Hate is too strong a word, but seeing Ronnie cringe when you were flirting with Terry got me close. Just keep it in your pants at. My cock went to full raging hard. She looked like a Playboy model. I mean seriously. Even her bush was trimmed, not just in a neat shape but it was short too. She said she had not been with another man other than her husband in ten years, and she had never been with a young black man. She asked if I had ever had a white woman, no was my reply. I was only eighteen and this was my first time to be living away from home. Tell you the truth, I had not thought much about fucking a white woman.