" he asked hesitantly."How many different dogs?" I giggled and made a little face. "You'll think I'm bad." No, uh-uh." He shook his head. "I'm curious..." I don't know, um ... A dozen different ones? Maybe?" I shrugged. "Mostly when I was in high school. Some in college, too. Where I grew up it seemed like everybody had dogs, you know? Everyone except me. I was real popular with the neighbors." You were?" David smiled."Yeah. I mean, I'd always give the dogs baths and stuff," I explained, giggling. He looked like a young Ryan Reynolds, but way leaner and wiry. She imagined him clean cut and shooting her a cute smile. Then maybe she’d hit a rock, and slip off the bike and he’d come over to help, and he’d pick her up like it was nothing and carry her over to the side, and suddenly, they’d be alone and she could smell the sweaty manliness of hard labor and grass on his chest and ... Oops, she’d just lost a few minutes in her own world. She tried to pay attention, but the daydream returned. If I’m going to be your personal whipping boy, count me out.”“Is that what you really think?” Mom asked.I would never answer that question. I did the smart thing and just went quiet. Mom knew there was no point in continuing the conversation. It turned into a long ride home.We came home to a full house. Greg and Angie were there with Kyle, Mac and Nate. I guess I wasn’t surprised to see Uncle John and Aunt Bonnie, but I was surprised when I saw my two grandmas. It felt good to come home and get. We made ourselves comfortable as he fucked my mouth with his exquisite tongue and familiar lips. I had certainly hit the jackpot with this daddy, who was as good at kissing as I was. There was a slight movement in the hips as he rocked the ridge of his cock in the groove of my thighs. The horny daddy broke off the kiss and slid down my body, helped along by the sheen of sweat, and clamped his gorgeous mouth onto my left nipple; my back instinctively arched as if I was in pain. I opened my eyes.