They usually give up when he starts to fidget and keeps looking across the room at me.”That’s when Trish got up and came over and sat on my lap an... said, “Well, it sounds like you need someone a little more persistent who will ignore your attempts to run home to momma.”I started to protest and stutter, “Trish, wh ... what are you do ... doing.”“I am going to fuck you, John,” was her very direct and simple answer.I started to look over at Jenny, and Trish slapped my face and said, “Don’t you. We continued with our quirky chat and a few days later I got a chance to visit her house and she was alone.I walked in and she again made a hot bod sarcastic remark and I gave her a wink. She blushed and I thought of having my luck.She went to the kitchen to get me water and I walked up behind her and just hugged her from behind. She gave no reaction and stood still. When we didn’t move for a couple of minutes. I got my signal and I started kissing her neck from behind. She started making. I still slept in my room, and he in his, andwe’d get on the same bed only to fuck or play around,and we both saw nothing wrong with it. Several years later, I found myself at 21, stillfucking my dad almost every day, but I wasn’t in anyserious relation, and my dad was pretty much the onlyperson I was fucking. I confided in a close friend whotold me that he knew a girl who also had startedfucking her father, but then who had went on to fuckher grandfather. I gave the idea a quick. The next night, I took Jean out to dinner at one of the better restaurants in Anchorage, and then for a ride to on of the more popular overlooks. It didn't do me that much good, just more soul kissing and some snuggling in the front seat of the family's '57 Ford Fairlane, and the same "lovers nuts that I had ended up with the night before.Night number three. This time I took Jean to the movies. We found two seats open in the back row of the balcony and hooray, I actually got to get in a little.