Danny stood and walked over to me and I took in him my arms and kissedhim. I drove my tongue into his mouth and lifted my leg and wrapped itaround hi..., rubbing my nyloned calf against his thigh. Danny's handstroked my thigh, high up where the reinforced welt of my stocking gaveway to bare skin."Oh my god!" Angie gasped, "I can't believe you're doing this!"I ignored her and concentrated on kissing Danny deeply and passionately.I felt him harden in his trousers and he pressed his erection. .. and yet all too soon he yelled at her to lean back. “Gently!“ he called.Feeling like she was glued to the horse, she leaned back and tugged gently on the reins. Buttercup dropped into a canter immediately, and suddenly she was bouncing all over the place again.“Whoa!“ she called, and tugged harder.Only the fact that she wrapped her arms around Buttercup’s neck, and the saddle horn, digging painfully into her gut, stopped her from flying forward as Buttercup skidded to a halt. The horse. That’s when it really started. After that, me and my dad started talking more, andholding hands sometimes, but we kept that dad-daughterdynamic still. Even when, eventually, he took myvirginity, before I turned 15, and we kept fucking, itwas more for relief and fun than for any romanticreason. 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. You’re fortunate to have awife that’s pleased so easily?”“Yes I am. Again, your intuitiveness is amazing. She knowsI’m too much of a gentleman and love her too much to accuseher of cheating, so I say nothing, but accept her rubbingher slimy muff in my face. I guess that’s her way ofletting me know, in a subtle way, I’m not man enough to sexher like her real studs.”“You’re right Norman. It’s also her way of signalingyou that she.