“Sweetheart, I’m still hard, but it will be another twenty minutes or so before I can cum again. That’s just the way it is.”“Good,” she sa...d and eased down onto me. Way too early, I thought. But that’s because I didn’t know what she had in mind.She rode me hard. She dropped down on me, then leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on my ankles, her arms locked out. She lifted up until the head of my dick was pressed against her g-spot and used me like a dildo. She worked it, sliding up. .not that Bob is an actual live person. Its the name of the person i created for me and Heather's sake. Every time i look at my little girl Hannah i get those same attraction problems i had for Hannah's mother Heather. One day i am peeking in on Hannah. Hannah looks soooo good. Plush breasts and firm ass just like her mother. To make her squeal. To be her first. I will be honest ...i have always wanted her my baby girl. Where is my thinking at? The fight to be her parent or her. They continued to talk about girls, the inscrutable ways of girls, and what they were doing the rest of the week. Dave mentioned the weatherman was predicting rain for later in the week and hoped it would be clear by Saturday. They finished the front nine in about two hours and twenty minutes -- which is slow for Hornsby. The front nine at Hornsby is par thirty-five and John's score was two strokes lower then Dave's. John shot thirty-nine and Dave was forty-one. John was teasing Dave about. The water came to just under my chin. He hugged me, and asked if I was okay. The hug seemed unnecessary, until I realized he felt warm. I wrapped my arms around him and said, “No.” He tried to let go of me, but I clung to him because I had just realized I was hugging my very first totally naked man. I was too distracted to pay attention to what made him a man. That is to say I didn’t try to locate and feel his penis with my body. I just had fun rubbing my naked skin against his naked.