Right then, my father wanted to fuck me. I mean FUCK me. Rut with me, like an animal. And he would have (I was dying to) if we hadn't been interrupted...at the last minute. He stepped away from me after that, shocked and ashamed. He hadn't stepped back, but I had seen that look on his face. It was just that once, but once was enough for me. My father stopped playing the game after that but, I didn't. Oh no. I knew he wanted me and I wanted him to have me. Not once. Not twice, but as much as he. ”The three women disappeared into the house. I stayed by the pool, sipping another beer slowly and enjoying the early evening sky. Eventually they came out to show me how they were dressed for the party. All three were dressed alike.Lyn was wearing a very short denim skirt. It had been attacked with scissors to remove a 3” wide strip of material up one side, exposing her bare thigh. On top she wore a plane white T-shirt which had also been attacked. It only just extended as far as the bottom of. I would loosen the buttons and zipper on her jeans, ever sensitive to any slight sign of reluctance to continue and I would encourage her to lift her hips so that I could ease the pants down and off. Now I would start undoing my shirt and throw it off and enjoy the skin-to-skin sensation of my chest against her breasts and hope that she was enjoying that also. I would not care how long this lasted…it would be until she moved so that my hand could access her thighs with her compliance. All the. " That sounds good, if it's not too much trouble," I replied."It's no trouble at all. The frying pan is still warm," Cynthia answered, rising from her seat. Absentmindedly I watched her take the eggs, ham, and cheese from the refrigerator, then crack and mix the eggs. I thought for a moment she was going to fry the omelet naked but at the last second she pulled on an old denim shirt."So, do you have a thing for my mom now?" Adam asked."What? No, not like that. I just never had a mom to cook me.