"Dirty white trash." I thought. He stumbled toward a small door near an open closet. He was bare-ass naked although I'm not sure the effect would h...ve been any better had he been dressed. He was short, overweight, and bowlegged. He had thinning reddish hair, almost down to his shoulders. His body was covered in wiry reddish hair. A mat of fuzz covered his shoulders, back, and legs. He had a jagged scar on his right leg. He favored the leg giving him a pronounced limp. He passed. When he pulled his dick out of my mouth, a pool of warm saliva followed it and splashed down on the mattress. While I fought for air, he started now to finger-fuck my ass with four fingers and seemed to have decided that it was ready to get fucked by his thick black cock. Suddenly he grabbed my hair with both hands and asked me if I was ready to get my ass fucked. I whispered to him I was ready…Then the bastard moved behind me and soon he pushed the tip of his dick against my puckered asshole.. Later the memory of that morning in the restaurant with the two farmers sitting behind her, talking about the "scream of the Mountain Lion." Even now lying in bed her face burned recalling the words of the old farmer. She flounced over onto her side, "Mountain lion indeed!" Then she giggled!Then as she lay remembering she again felt the terror and helplessness, feeling that big, tough cowboy's arms around her, overpowering her. She was helpless in a roomful of men; men just sitting, watching. When she had finally stopped shaking, her father pulled his mouth away, looked at her satisfied expression, and removed his finger from her drenched cunt."Oh, wow dad." Presley said softly, her face red and brow sweaty. She sat up on the sofa, her chest moving quickly as she breathed, and looked at her father as he got to his feet, his thick hard shaft towering over her."Come on." Tom said, giving his naked daughter a lustful look and offered his hand out to her. She grabbed it and he pulled.