I think you will like it.”Paige was wearing very short, shorts that looked like they were two sizes too small; every nook and cranny was shown. The ...-shirt she was wearing was so thin her braless dark nipples were very obvious. She was a walking wet dream. Paige hummed while she was serving both of us. Sitting down she looked at me smiling.“I thought of you a lot today at school Daddy. I have come to a decision.”“And what is that Paige?”“While Mom is away I am going to replace Mommy. She told. Bubba Henry retired from the Navy as a chief petty officer machinist. I worked him hard as a superintendent on a couple of my projects.Now he has a hobby. Some people would call it a 'shitkicker bar'. It's a country and western joint, but Bubba – Vincent's his given name – says his is a REAL country and western bar. I don't think anything in his juke box is newer than the mid 1970's. Fridays and Saturdays he has live music, but he's equally picky about those, too.So if you're of a mind to. Thoughts of his fingers sliding along my wetness bring shivers to my body, as with my sense of feel I coax myself to accept his touch. A slide of his tongue along my collarbone, and the slide of his finger over my inner thigh, brings a gasp from my throat. ‘Please, touch me.’ Begging him, not recognizing my own voice. ‘In time. In time.’ A frustrated whimper is pulled from me. His finger slides slowly up and down my leg, then skims, light as a feather over the soft hairs of my sex. Lifting my. The first week after we hooked up things were largely the same as before. We managed to avoid being obvious and would sometimes playfully touch each other. She would purposely wear short skirts and try to make my cock hard throughout the day. She would text me pictures of her pussy and ask me if I was hard yet. Then one night we got drunk remotely together..."God cumming inside of you was so hot" "mmm yeah it was, what about it made it so good?" Normally I would go on about how good she felt.