All designed to hide the woman's shape. Women as recently as the Sixties had just one butt, not a pair of buttocks. They had monoboobs, not two breast.... I wasn't sure if the high heels were to reduce the height differences between male and female or to make the woman's legs more slender and their feet appear smaller. Hard to tell when the legs were mostly covered. But then the Sixties hit with the mini skirt, go-go boots, and bikini. It was the Twenties all over again—plus eleven (whatever that. "Oh god, that's just right, right there, ohhhhh..." she continued. Perspiration appeared on her back and butt cheeks as an orgasm swelled in her."I want you inside me," she said. He hand reached round and she pouted her ass back towards me. Just past her anus was all slippery and my rock hard dick slid easily up into the hole. She was almost hot inside. I felt myself with my wet fingers as I began to propel in and out of her. I had to work with the position to find the leverage to drive in deep. Oh shit, I would rather have my sarge on my ass than to have to face Dad.As soon as we closed the door Dad asked me, "What were you thinking Frank? She seems to be a very nice person, but we don't know anything about her." Dad, you have always taught me to trust my instincts. That's what I'm doing here." Are you trusting your instincts or you Johnson?" (For those of you who don't know what a, wait; you all know what I mean. Never mind.)I told Dad her story. Robin being a widow, it was her. Owen answers, smiling and pulling her inside. He kisses her, and she doesn’t hesitate to return his enthusiasm.“Hello beautiful,” he says against her lips.“Hello birthday boy.”“I ought to spank you, you know that?”“Why?” she asks, smiling.“For looking so damn good. My wife nearly caught me staring at you too many times tonight.”“I almost laughed when my dad sat on your couch,” Alyssa adds, giggling. Her father didn’t know it, but that was the exact place where Owen fucked his daughter last.