I sat next to me and my hand slowly started touching her and she felt quite warm and did not shift her hand that gave me some confidence and I slowly ...queezed her hand. She still did not react and I started pretending to dose off and as it was getting dark nobody could see usAnd then I put my hand on her thigh and she did not try to move it by that time and I was betting a hard on. Mona looked down and saw my erection from the jeans then she looked at my face and when she was confident that I. I was crying and requesting his to remove his cock.He pressed me more under him and laid on me. He was massaging my thigh and kissing me hard and deep.He kept on kissing me for few minutes. I was feeling little relax and my pain was reduced. He kept on kissing me allover and i was feeling good now. My palm started moving on his back and nailing his back. I looked in his eyes and moan, dad, I am feeling good.He smiled and hold me tight in his strong arms. He took his cock from my pussy and. I mean I knew he had all kinds of experience, what with his boners and Momma making them go away and all. I got my chores done quick. Christy was cleaning stalls in the barn, and Daddy was doing something in the machine shop. So I went in there an told him my problem.He stopped the drill press about halfway into my story about asking Melissa to the dance, and how she'd called me stud and I even told him she'd touched my peter, or at least my jeans right there where my peter was.He looked me up. She looked into my eyes with a strange, distant expression which broke into a dark smile. The dress had ridden up almost to her waist. She pulled it up over her head and flung it away. She was straddled over my chest wearing nothing but a pair of lace-edged black panties. She leant down, bringing her face close to mine. Her strong fingers gripped my head and her dark eyes held my gaze. “You are now going to lick out my cunt,” she said in a low, breathy voice. “Do you understand?” I nodded,.