. just as most of the boys her age had done," I thought as she jumped in. With my mind momentarily in the gutter, 28yo had never felt so criminal or s...... Shakespearean. But as my age had adapted to time, so had my tastes... adapted. I'm not proud to admit it, but I am... only human. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Ready to go?" I asked her while she put her seatbelt on. "Let's roll," she said catching her breath, her petite, youthful. Don't say a word."She dropped to her knees,opened my pants and pulled them down. She rubbed my cock through my boxers. I looked around to make sure no one saw anything. Most of the guests were busy with themselves.I felt that she pulled my boxers down. Her hand was slowly rubbed my growing member. She engulfed one of my balls and covered it with saliva. She repeated it with my other ball. Once she was satisfied with her work she removed the straps of her dress and pulled it down to reveal her. Somehow, I got through the day, though, but I was cock-crazy that night. Daddy tucked me to bed as always, kissed my forehead, and left to watch TV. My hand sat between my legs as I waited for the TV to turn off, for him to go to sleep.I fell asleep for a couple hours though, and woke up in the middle of the night, after my nap. The TV was still on though. Worried, I padded over to the living room.He was asleep in his recliner, a drained beer can at his side table. There he was, and it looked. I customized the hat with the addition of an eagle’s feather I had acquired at a yard sale. It counted as contraband since I didn’t belong to a federally recognized tribe. Non-native people are prohibited by law from possessing eagle plumage and could be fined as much as a hundred thousand dollars and sent to prison for up to a year.Deciding to take the risk for the sake of fashion, I stuck the feather into the hatband, which was adorned with a small enamel replica of the red-yellow-green.