Beth said, “Everyone come inside, a snow storm is on the way. I’ve got dinner made and we can talk!” I grabbed Tricia’s bags and followed the ...irls inside. I left our purchase in the trunk till later.As we sat down to a spaghetti dinner, Beth said, “So Tricia, What seems to be the problem?”“It’s my boyfriend Chad, he’s being a jerk! He wants me to give him my virginity, and I just don’t want to. I want it to be my choice, not his” said Tricia.“I want it to be special; I have a big favor to ask.. I will supply some beer" Its true what dad said we use to go fishing all the time but then i found beer and loose girls. "ok dad sounds fun but it's beer and vodka"Later that night my dad had taken me with all our fishing stuff beers and a big bottle of vodka to this very secluded spot where we started to fish and talk. We had been there a few hours and i was getting a little drunk when dad asked " So tell me what do you get up to when you are out with your mates?" so i went off on one about. She was wearing a stylised, emerald green, version of the Kushtian national costume, a beaded and jewelled bodice that left her midriff bare with a long panelled skirt split to the hip so as to reveal her legs as she rolled across the bed. She grinned as my towel slipped from my hips. "Excellent," she said, "I win!" What?" I said.She pointed at my naked crotch. "Victoria said that you'd be really well hung." Oh thanks," I said. "Hang on; aren't you supposed to be the slave?" Pooh!" she said. Does he think I can't feel it between the crack of my ass? I looked down at my legs. My dress had rose up a little more. I could almost see my panties. My son's hands were on the seat on each side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my dress had ridden up. I realized I like the idea of my dress being up so high. It gave me a little thrill knowing I could give my son a hard on. We only been on the road for about an hour. There was still four hours to go. I knew my husband couldn't see how.