Monopoly. While Lisa ran to get the game, Darla sighed, "I'mgonna have a smoke first," and hurried out the front door. A short time later, they were a...l back together andthe game was set up on the table in front of them. Todd wasopening a fresh beer as he sat down, handing a six packaround to everyone else. Lisa was the only one not toaccept one, though she was not the only one underage. "I want the car," Sheila exclaimed, going for herfavorite piece. "Hey," Lisa protested as Darla picked up. Here take my gloves, sorry there a little dirty from the farm but they r warm, i pulled them off and gave them to her. thanks no prob i replyed. we were almost to the back door when she started to slip on a patch of ice and went to reach out for somethi g and caught ahold of my hand, i held on and lifted her back up before she could realy hit the ground. thanks im so sorry look i got ur pants wet with the slush, it makes no sence, slush here ice there! i HATE winter! i quickly let go of her. His gaze strayed to the creamy skin exposed and I looked at him innocently and said ‘We are going to be late baby, is anything wrong?’ He grunted and quickly shut the door. I smiled to myself and watched him stalk around the car to the drivers side. The drive to the restaurant didn’t take long. Soon we were waiting to be seated, our coats checked. His arm wrapped around my hip and his thumb idly brushing back and forth over my garter strap. I leaned into him, pressing the side of my breast up. Dad continues to pull me back to him as I ride his cock.”That’s it, boy, ride it. Ride Dad’s cock.”I ride it.“That’s hot boy. Dad’s thick cock fucking my boy’s tight hole; Dad’s boy riding that thick Daddy dick. You’re such a good boy.”I revel in Dad’s compliment. I moan with pleasure and pride that Dad chose me, taught me, continues to teach me to be his boy, Dad’s boy.Dad’s grip on my waist becomes stronger, tighter. Dad pulls me to him with his strong Daddy arms, faster and harder.”Dad’s.