Thanks for the support on the stories, and ALWAYS stay tuned for more=- Saturday We were still naked in bed from last nights fun…Mark in the middle,...his skin against mine felt warm, he was soft, I ran my hand through his back reaching for his butt, he moved near me and before I noticed it he kissed me deeply, I didnt know what to do, so I kissed him back, he was just beggining to get hard, and I was as well before I broke the kiss and looked at you…it was incredible how much he looked like. I let out a breath, realizing I was sweating from his use of me and the heat of the blanket. Thats when I felt something cold and smooth against the entrance of my pussy. I opened my mouth to yelp but he squeeze a sweaty hand over my mouth, bent over me. He was no longer in his seat but tangle between my legs, holding one under his keeping them slightly parted. The cold smooth object pressed at me. I felt an odd hard ridge and realized it was the bottle. Before I could struggle properly, he. I wanted to be that for someone.But my daddy couldn’t be that man for me, despite me starting to feel a different kind of something when it came to him, something entirely forbidden. My mattress dipped and then, before I could react, daddy was on top of me, breathing heavily. He smelled of alcohol and of man, the real kind, all raw and primal, musky and sweaty.I was mad with unspent lust and my hormones were kicking me at my weakest.I shuddered.What the hell was wrong with me? I should be. Annie asked, "Was that white stuff what I think it was?" Yep, that's the stuff what a woman uses ta make babies. Ya know all 'bout that kinda thin', don't ya?" Yes, I think so. A woman doesn't always have a baby when a man squirts that stuff inta her, does she?" Oh, no, a course not! Jus' think, if she did, saloon whores would stay knocked up." Yes, I see what ya mean. It stands ta reason that it couldn't happen very often, or a woman would be spittin' out babies at least once a year. Would ya.