Mom had been telling me that she and Dad had ‘a special surprise’ planned for me that year at Christmas. The Special Surprise turned out to be a r...built, convertible, 1972, Pontiac GTO that had a 400hp engine under the hood. All the bells and whistles were included, new stereo, new interior, classic mag wheels, the whole nine yards. I remembered being very excited about it and couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel. Dad even had it painted my favorite color, midnight-blue. I ended up having to. 'How about I take you out on Saturday, sort of a celebration.''I ... uh ... I ... uh ... um... ' she stammered, just as I was afraid she was caught in some sort of loop, she blurted; 'I would love to!'I smiled warmly. 'Excellent, I can't wait.'I made my exit and left the failed suitors to try and find a way to back off without looking like idiots. I had more things I needed to do today. I walked back into the caff, Stella waved at me but I just waved back without going over. I had a different. It was late August and I was visiting my dad for his birthday. He was lonely ever since my mother had died. Often I had mentioned he should find someone to spend time with, but he refused. He was outside mowing grass when I pulled up. I had already decided what his birthday present would be, so I wore a short jean skirt, a tight white tank top, and the skimpiest panties I could find. I walked over to him as he pulled the lawnmower into the shed. I hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Hi, dad,. Now the cowgirl was riding me like a pro. I was squeezing her, bouncing juicy boobs, and she was moaning loudly. We both were having the best time of our lives.She was leaning forward and back, giving and receiving ultimate pleasure. After a few minutes, we switched to doggy style. I started to thrust her pussy hard. She was in pain, but immense pleasure had her totally. I was leaning on her, fucking her pussy wildly and squeezing her boobs and biting her neck, ears.“Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me,.