As I felt the need rising, I quickly ripped my cock out of her mouth, and pushed her backwards onto her bed. She was sprawled out, face covered in spi..., with her legs spread. She had a decent amount of pubic hair, enough to cover her crotch area but not a jungle, which I found incredibly sexy. I didn’t spend too much time admiring however, as I quickly climbed on top of her, slid my cock up and down her pussy to gauge how wet it was, and sliding in. Dana was soaking wet, and while she wasn’t. Neither Marsha nor I talked about Wednesday except that Imentioned I was taking a little time off from work to prepare forWednesday and we left it at that. Tuesday morning came around and Marsha, grumbling about her job, droveoff. I had checked a few things on the internet and made a call the daybefore so I had a plan for the day. I hopped in my car and drove to athrift shop on the outskirts of Maplewood where I used to do some ofspecial shopping.When I walked through the door I felt the. Bec: If I leave them alone, they’ll leave me alone – mostly.Bec: What about you? Are you ready?Liz: I guess. I’m nervous about the dance but we should be okay.Bec: You’ll be great. You’ve been practicing forever.Liz: My neighbor, Mrs Flasche, offered to do our hair. Can you get here by nine?Bec: Sure. This is going to be fun. I’m looking forward to it. I love weddings.Liz: Me too.Bec: I better go and borrow that dress from Tara.Liz: Okay, see you tomorrow.Bec: Bye.I shut down the chat window. Truth be told dad always wanted a son. A farmer needs a strong son to help with the work. I wasn't big or strong even for a girl. I was tiny, petite and delicate like the spring flowers. My hair was blond, eyes deep blue, my waist was slender and my breasts round and pretty but not large, not like the girls in the men's magazines.My sister was was also tiny and very pretty. She had left us to try her luck in New York City. She wanted to be a fashion model. Anyways, no strong sons for daddy,.