"That's not the truth. You've been out partying with your friends, haven't you? Been drinking?"Shock filled Steve's face. His father thought he was ou... drinking? "No! I don't even like the taste of beer, Dad. We went to Hopper's, then- "His father's hand smacked across Steve's face, leaving a wide red mark. Steve's head snapped to one side from the blow. "Stop lying to me! Tell me the truth, or you'll get worse!" He hand started back the other direction.Steve knew the pattern. His father would. " Meaning?" Randall, this is HARD..." Darla Jean gathered herself, "I can't ask you to put up with..."Randall chuckled, "You getting your sample?" Yes." Maybe I won't mind... I like to think that I'm capable of being rational about such things." He eyed her, "What about me? Would I be able to collect MY sample?" That's fair." Darla Jean's eyes slid away again, "Some things might take both of us." Um, yeah," Randall replied distantly, while he thought about possible permutations. "We'll need. Still not having been able to satisfy myself, it was by now a desperate throb. Reaching the edge of the bed I pulled off my summer dress and in one fluid motion dropping it at the foot end. I turned to the mirror, inspecting myself; God, I looked good today! I struck a few poses, the sight of my own naked body slowly turning me on again. I swear I had completely forgotten our landscaper, Arne, was still out there working in the yard. It really was completely by accident that I happened to be. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close. I then rolled onto my side as did she. We were face to face and heart to heart. She smiled at me and tongue kissed me. God I love you dad and your one helluva fucker to boot. My pussy is going to be sore for a week, but I loved every minute of it, she exclaimed. She reached down and grabbed my limp pecker and lowered herself to it. She kissed it and said, Thank you and I will see you soon. I awoke in the middle of the night to a wonderful.