Patricia thought this was a great idea and put it to Julie who also thought it would be fun. Saturday morning arrived and I got to Patricia’s house...about 9.30. The picnic was already packed in the car, so after a brief introduction we got in the car and set off for the hour ride to Oxford. Fortunately it was a lovely sunny day and the girls were both wearing cotton summer dresses. Patricia’s had a floral pattern and followed her curves nicely to the waste and then splayed out to just above her. " We had fun when she cleaned the cuts. She put spot band aids on all ten of them, there were two thumb-nail cuts on the front of my hips. She also used kids band aids so I had to listen to her joke about that. I loved it. She had an incredible list too that I'll write more about. One was with her bent over the railing on her back porch. Her house sits on a hill overlooking a small valley and when we did it she screamed as she came very hard with me in her ass, and I could hear an echo. That. Somehow that resistance made me desire him even more. "But I am your father for God's sake," he argued, "and I should have stopped you. I should have controlled myself." "What just happened," I told him firmly, "is exactly what I wanted to happen. At least so far. I hope a lot more happens." I leaned into my father, planting several soft kisses on his lips. He was still a bit stiff, but eventually returned my embrace. Emboldened, I kissed more forcefully, more like a lover would. Gradually his. I want you. I need you… inside of me.’ His eyes narrowed and he kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as his solid length split her open. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden, unexpected discomfort. Hayden must have heard it in her breathing or felt her tense up beneath him because he froze. His kiss turned gentle and his eyes were soft as he gazed into her face. ‘Anna,’ he rasped out. ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘Don’t be,’ she managed to gasp. ‘I’m fine. I just… it just.