Ann 's stomach muscles were hard and tight with youthful exercise. And she was no virgin. She had enjoyed many boys.She wasn't enjoying this. Ann had ...etreated into a world much like her mother already had. She didn't care if those seven inches of prick driving home in her omit belonged to her father or not. All- she wanted was for this disgusting scene to be over. The normal joy she received from a good fucking was missing. Ann knew that her father was getting off. She could feel his cock. " he responded."Why don't you go and get your swim suit on, and come back over. We can sit in the hot tub and loosen up a bit." I said."Damn, that's a good idea Mrs....um...Erica." he shot back.Within a few minutes, he was back at the door. I yelled at him that I was getting dressed, to grab a few beers and head on out to the tub.I had only brought one bikini with me, so I didn't have a whole lot of choice. The one I had was white and very sheer. Kevin hates it and refuses to allow me to wear. ...cooking...looking after my sistersand getting off the front stoop to hang out more with my girlfriends. But most of all, doing lots of girls things with my little sisters. Oneof the few fights that still linger on inside of me is the times I dressas a girl/lady but with men's undertones (styling). Or maybe it couldjust be who I am. As someone, once told me, "It's not a man's world or awoman's world, it's your world." Yes, it is My World. Battle On! The Little Pleated. When we got at her place, she still lived with her mom (divorced parents), she told me in the car to strip down to my boxer. I started to suspect she was serious about me becoming her bitch but I still played along. I striped and floret her into the house.I thought we would go straight to her bedroom but I was wrong again. She took me to the living room, sat on the couch and told me to take of my boxer and get a hard-on. The latter wasn't a problem; I was hard in a second after she said that..