.. sure honey... we really haven't... uh... been alone much, have we?" Tom quickly took a seat in an effort to hide his erection from his daughter's i...quisitive eyes. "Was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about with me honey?" he asked, growing more unreasonably nervous by the moment while his own daughter sat sadistically observing her squirming father."Well, Daddy, there is something that's been sort of bothering me... " she began, looking at him with as much innocence as she. It was getting dark the tractorheadlights cutting the night, but until the tomorrow we kissed, andkissed. We made out again on top of the hill, the lights out, themoonlight striking upon the distant village below. I sat upon hisplough, semi naked, with his arms wrapped around me, my legs spread as Isat upon his lap, as the cows watched on to our love mating.All the days and weeks later I could feel his summer in me as I made myway home, the evening sun on my face, the aroma of the farm hand on. Kight was the definition of a hour glass with a lot of ass Latina lady who every boy would absolutely jerk off to. She constantly had old students, Male and female join her in her class sessions and she always had the boys gawking at her, hell even the bi-curious girls would always talk about how they wanted to fuck her. Honestly the history on how we met is simply that I would always flirt with girls in my class and she thought it was sooo "cute". at that age you never think about your. You laughed a lot and cleverly. Made fun of some people who deserved it, and of some who didn't. As the bottle of Riesling dried up, you flirted just enough to keep things interesting.Those were days of swing and strife. Something about people who shouted a lot, their ideas so loud they called themselves something ending in Ist. You agreed on the politics but argued anyway. 'Tis matter of manners... The devil must always have his advocate.Chaos loomed. The news was hushed and hurried along:.