“Just like Mike’s mom. It’s my mom and his dad who aren’t with the program.”“My dad is getting better,” I said. “He still has the hang...ups about pre-marital sex, and what happened with Liz didn’t exactly help mellow those attitudes.”“Those SOBs are in jail, right?” Dale asked.“The shortest sentence was the guy who turned State’s evidence — he got twenty, reduced to eight if he behaves in prison. The others got at least twenty, and Freddie Kramer’s older brother got twenty-five to life because. I was there standing naked and facing her as I said, “Well you sure look like a woman to me. Want to come swim? I would love to see if your body looks as hot as it does in that uniform.”She was staring at my limp dick as she thought it over.Seems I have a bit of a hanger now. Nothing like Lenny’s, but I guess I can deal with it.“Let me go see what I can do about giving you a good show and not getting myself fired in the process,” she said as she headed to the changing room.I pulled on my. We finally were ready; our love and trust allowed it.She had decided.Fully my Mistress now, she drew back, settling herself on the couch,pointed me back to the floor, and took a deep breath. Brushing her hairback, she watched as I moved to the floor, sitting cross-legged infront of her. With a pretty little pout and a sparkle in her eyes shegravely announced, "Now my little sissy, we need to think." Yes, Mistress." I happily composed myself to listen to her ideas,content to let her lead while. I got down on my knees between her legs and put my cock at her entrance. She lifted herself off the bed, arching her back, “Come on mister and fuck your bad farmer’s daughter. Fuck me hard!” “You really want it, don’t you,” I said, teasing her, sliding my cock up and down her wet pussy lips. “Don’t tease me you fucking bastard. Fuck me, now!” she yelled, putting her legs around my back, her heels at my ass, pulling me towards her then I reared my hips back and thrust my cock straight into her.