I mean a lot of women don't really feel beautiful being all swollen and out of shape, horny and unloved by a husband now hiding on an oil rig offshore...Aberdeen, thank goodness for the fact his daddy lived not too far off.There was a slight problem with that of course, there always is, he had a thing for me when we had first met, his wife, my husband's mother had past away about five years before and the night we came back to his, we had all been out drinking and in the taxi back, his daddy. All of the high scale houses they passed did little to encourage him even if he knew they were destined for one. He brushed his brown hair out of his face with a slender hand, closing his amber eyes as he sighed."I know you wanted to stay back in Vermont, but cheer up sport, there are way more opportunities for you in a big city like this! Think of it, senior year of high school in one of the biggest cities in America!" His father, John, spoke with a slightly gravelly but deep voice. He was a. He was hung like a mule, and his big red cock-head looked to be the size of an orange.Despite her best efforts to keep quiet, Cindy couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the majestic cock dangling from between her father's legs."Cindy!" he gasped in a startled voice as he turned toward the stairs.The girl opened her mouth, but no sound came out as Cindy slumped back against the wall. The young girl didn't know exactly what was going on as she watched her father walk over to her, but she felt. But he hadn't come.When we turned fourteen, I had given up hope. Fourteen wasn't much different than thirteen. Sure I was taller and on my third cheerleader uniform. My breasts were round, the biggest of all my sisters, and I had a nice down of hair between my legs. But my hopes had been so high all the other times, why would fourteen not be the same.How wrong I was.I was asleep on my bed beneath the stars. In my lessons I had learned of winter and cold and stormy clouds, but our home was.