My dad was kneeling on all fours on his bed, his head a mass of blonde curlsand his big white boobs were bouncing all over his chest. The sound I'd he...rdwas his high pitched moaning, and the bed shaking as he was being pounded frombehind by ... Ken. My Ken. He was screwing dad so hard that he was sweaty andred with the effort. I knew that look, and I knew he was about to cum. Ken wassaying, "Yes Trisha, yes Trisha, who's your daddy," as he spanked my dad'sbubble butt and reached in front to. “We’re armed, you should know that!”“We have you surrounded and outgunned,” the stranger called back. “Not rightly sure why y’all are packing heat ... never seen drovers act so skittish before. Yas are worse than those Longhorns ya got there. Maybe yas are a bunch of smarty sons of bitches, but I reckon yas could simply be cowardly pricks ... frankly it doesn’t really matter either way.”“How’s that?” I replied while cocking back the hammer on my pistol. “We got ourselves some decent cover and. I was pretty sure that my life couldn’t possibly get any better than this moment. Looking down at my slick meat parting my young niece’s ass cheeks, and watching my grateful cock disappearing into her hot little ass time and time again, was almost more than I could take. She groaned loudly when I pulled out of her ass and slammed into her pussy again, all in one quick motion. I continued to fuck her like that, alternating holes back and forth, and was thrilled to feel the walls of her vagina. After our last training session he had taking me to his house where he confessed that he had noticed me looking at him in the locker room and the showers. After that he let me give him a hand job and, after cumming in my hand, he told me, if I wanted to, I could do that for him "every once in a while". The problem was that it was Friday and I'd have to wait till Monday to see him again. I didn't feel comfortable just calling him yet. The entire weekend was filled with fantasies and dreams of.