He somehow managed to push his hands inside my bra and was now pressing them hard, feeling, and twitching my nipples. I was on the next level of pleas...re.I couldn’t understand which feel I should enjoy first. I was wet for the first time in my life without fingering myself! (Yes, I had been watching porn and fingering myself before 5 months of getting into a relationship when a friend of mine showed me how to do it when I was spending a night at her house).As it was a park, we didn’t go any. Both of us were really hot, though, and I could tell this was going to be a straight out, hell for leather ride. Randy was in no mood to play around, and I was in no mood to stop him."Let's get naked," Randy said. "I want to see all of you when I fuck you." Yes," I said. "I want you, too. I want to feel your chest against my tits when you're inside me."He pulled back away from me and stood up. With a quick move, he stripped his shirt over his head, revealing a slim but well-defined chest and. Really,’ I argued. ‘John, I’m your father,’ he said in that tone. ‘You’ve been through a lot whether you want to admit it or not. I don’t know what happened to you, but it obviously took a lot out of you. Give yourself a chance to heal.’ I wanted to argue, but there was no point. Pop could be stubborn sometimes. The weird part was that I really didn’t feel tired. ********** ‘You can’t be serious!’ I snapped. How could everything fall apart in a mere three weeks? Okay, four weeks if you include. But the eyes were just fixed. I moved closer to him, he took a step back, I moved closer till I could feel his breath on my cheeks. Licked his lips and then sucked on to his lower lips.The taste of the whiskey was bitter; I inserted my tongue and reached for his. He was already running his hands over my arse and stomach. His grip on my jeans was tight and then we slowly separated. A more lustful look on each others eyes now, So, Well how would it be if I joined you guys? Are you serious? In.