If I hadn't promised Dad, that son-of-a-bitch would be dead and hanging off the wall." When we were out in that field, you said that you were going to...do that anyway," BethAnn reminded him. "Are you going to break your promise to your father?" No, I'll wait until it's his time, then retrieve the head. He and I have managed to get along since Dad died, six years ago, so that makes him eight or nine now. Another year or two isn't going to make a whole hell of a lot of difference." So how long. He had to feel those changes even through her bra and t-shirt. At last he pulled back and let her catch her breath. His eyes were hot and horny."So you don't believe I'm experienced, huh, Mom?" he asked, his voice husky with longing. "Well, I'm gonna prove it to you!" No, Dane!" Jodie cried in alarm. "I'm not going to fuck you, absolutely not!" "Hey, take it easy," he crooned, sliding his hands under her t-shirt. "I didn't say anything about going all the way, did I? I just wanta show you a few. He started fucking me. And again, he wasn't particularly gentle about it -- he was thrusting into me deep and with force from the get-go. There was a momentary sense of pain as he started while he pushed against the tightness of my asshole, but I closed my eyes and focused on steady breathing and soon there was no discomfort.I gripped the bench in front of me with the same increasing tightness with which he grabbed my hips. And he fucked me. Sweet Jesus, he pounded me. With steady hunching. To this day, when I hear it, still makes me think of Joy. I noticed while we were dancing, that Ivan was over at the front desk talking with Trixie and Marcia; I knew damn well that they were planning out how to mess with the rest of my night. I know, I said this night was for Joy! But although it seemed less likely, I was still scared they could stuff it up. We sat down on the couch for a breather and drinks, and Marcia headed straight over to us. She sat on the couch the other side of me,.