Over time it developed into a game of brinkmanship of who could send the most risqué and arousing stories and images. Ultimately I was resoundingly a...d totally defeated in this game when she sent me a series of photos of four of her friends that had been on various ski trips with us, nude, making out, going down on each other and using a variety of toys on each other. The last picture had a caption that said "imagine me with them... !"But this did not end the game...Everything about our lives. Just then my erect clit kind of slid between the pussy lips. Wow that felt good. Just then the thought entered my head, maybe my clit was big enough to fuck this toy? The thought of it made me dizzy. Was I going mad? God, I'm such a horny bitch.I was going to try it! As you know clits don't stick out like dicks they point at a downward angle so they aren't naturally positioned to fuck. It took me a while to figure out the angles but if I pulled back on my clit hood my erect clit stood up enough. I drove half way while Dad slept and then he drove and I slept. It was twelve thirty when I unloaded the sow into our barn. Twelve thirty at night. Mom was sitting in the kitchen with a warm pie, ice cream and the latest news. Seems that the sheriff had been by looking for me. Mom told him I was with my Dad on an errand. She wasn’t sure when we would be back. She asked why he was looking for me. Someone had painted slurs on the side of Crawford’s market and the witnesses said it was you. Dad. "Careful, now," he said, helping her onto the blanket. He was smiling,but his happy mood, she could tell, was as forced as her own."He used a corkscrew, one that she hadn't noticed before, to open thewine, pouring some into a glass. He took a sip and smiled. "Good asadvertised." He filled the glass and handed it to her. He filed asecond glass and raised it in a toast. "To my beautiful Elysse." Heclinked he glass with his own and drank."Thank you." She also drank a bit of the wine. "It.