If she’s cool with it, that is,” I proposed.“Try and stop me, babe. Your Daddy is a DILF,” Christine coined her own term.“A DILF?” I puzzl...d now.“A Daddy I’d like to fuck!” Christine exclaimed as she slipped Dad some tongue now.“Where’s Mom, by the way?” I asked Dad once Christine and he came up for air.“Cooking fajitas in the kitchen. Don’t worry, they’re veggie fajitas. I’m still a vegetarian. Not giving that up. Are you?” Dad wondered now.“I forgot what meat tastes like, Dad. You brought me. I reach over and start unbuttoning his jeans… but with a console between us, I suggest we go into the back seat.We both hop in the back, I put up half the seat and kneel on the floor of the truck he’s on the small seat in the corner. When I kneel we are face to face, he reaches over and starts to kiss me with his sweet lips and tongue. As we kiss I remove his hoodie and his shirt…revealing a totally bare chest w 6pack abs beautiful. We stop for a minute and he removes my shirt but before it’s. College — and saving the money for it — were her most important goals. She wanted to be out of college before she was 27. It was impressive how she had such a clear-cut plan. She was now 22 and had just come from the ‘hick town’ (her words, not mine) a few months ago where she’d grown up. She returned from the restrooms mostly oblivious to the brief, renewed attention. As she sat down, after a quick look at her boobs, I looked at her pretty face with its high cheekbones and her beautiful. Curious, she picked up the pamphlet entitled, ‘Rules for Hero Companions.’ She opened it and started to read.Engrossed in the material contained within the pamphlet, Cynthia didn’t hear Sid return. When he saw what she was reading, he said, “Ah, I see you discovered one of the rule books.”Looking up at him, she replied, “This is a very strange little publication. It reads like some sort of a cross between a fairy tale and a driver’s manual. What is it?”Taking a seat across from her, he.