The occasion was my fifth birthday and I had been promised a special party - a costume party Mum called it - and she had got me a little soldier suit ...eminiscent of those used during the war of Independence. There was a toy rifle, boots and headdress - full uniform, and I was really looking forward to it. Dad had been working away at the time though he said he hoped to make it home in time for the party. Mum had a job that supplemented our income, a job that meant she was out calling on clients. Adrenalin was a great pain killer. A little fear would stand her in good stead. “ You ready darling?” He asked her. Playing his left hand over her smooth rounded buttocks as he knelt beside her on the floor. “ Yes” she said in her clearest voice. Oh god she was fantastic. She was getting herself psyched...no coaxing from him. Pumping up. Getting tough. Getting ready to take what he had in store for her. He thrilled at her courage. But he had to correct her. Start as you mean to go on. “ Yes. She was lying on her back with her eyes closed showing off her nakedness with my spit all over her private parts. I then brought her to life by rubbing her pussy lips with my dick man rubbing my cock’s skin over her pussy lips was one of the greatest pleasures I had ever experienced in my life. She also started moaning and her screams of pleasure were getting louder. I then bent down locked her wrists and crushed my mouth against hers then I placed my cock on the entrance of her pussy and gave. "Yes I do, Jeanie," he replied at last, "very attractive." Thanks for that, sweetie," I sighed. "So, now tell me what the fuck is so special about blondes. Don't screw around now, Con, I need to know. Look at that damned TV and tell me why that girl is so special. I know you picked this one because she is a blonde." Busted," he sighed. "Jeannie, I have no good answer for you. I don't. All I know is, if a blonde girl walks by, my head turns. Just the thoughts of running my fingers through that.