...'Hello'... a deep voice answered, shit, what do I say.'Err..hi, I don't know if I have the right contact details but I am hoping I found the right ...umber'. The guy could be anyone, what the hell was I doing.'Well, if you tell me who you need to talk to I can probably tell you if you have got the right number love'. He voice was warm, and charming.'I'm looking for Tom, the area is right, I am just not sure this is the right number, sorry if it isn't!'The line went quiet for a while, the the. ”I heard the timer in the kitchen, and Mom got up to get dinner on the table. I offered to help and followed her into the kitchen. About two minutes later, with a pot of savory stew, bread, and salad on the table, we called my dad and Liz to come eat. Liz waited until mom served ice cream to drop her bomb.“I’m dating Paul Reynolds and we’re going to get married,” she said.The explosion was immediate. My dad’s face went red and I expected to see steam literally come out of his ears and was. I could feel my cunt overflowing, trickling down the insides of my thighs, dripping onto the plush carpet, much to her amusement. I wondered if I would be punished for that and then I wondered if it was normal that I hoped so.“Kneel, slut.”I almost cried with relief when she broke the silence, following her uplifted finger and kneeling before her, sitting on my heels, my hands shaking as they rested upon my thighs.“Each time you come to me, baby, I wonder how far I can push you, how far you’ll. I even let my hand reach down into his lap and, just as I anticipated, his cock was getting hard.I whispered to him, "When does the real fun begin?"Turning his head slightly so I could hear him over the wind, he said, "You can just wait, greedy girl. Enjoy the ride."I laughed and did just that. We rode for several miles in and out of woods and across frozen ponds. We eventually stopped in a huge clearing. No trees, just a vast expanse of white snow, making me thankful that I had thought to wear.