I was happy to let the matter drop, not wanting to spoil the fun of our double date with any more unwelcome memories.For the next hour, the disparity ...etween Connor and myself became even more evident as we playfully competed in a succession of silly carnival games. Connor could kick my ass at anything sports-related (like fast-balling a stack of leaden milk bottles) whereas I proved triumphant at everything requiring delicacy (pub-darting a brightly colored balloon).At the start of the games,. . .’ ‘No!’ I cried. I wanted to turn into his arms and the hurt on his face to see if it was affecting him at all. ‘Don’t you tell me about how you want me to see the real you! I do already! I love you with all my heart! I want to see you more often, see your face and love you whenever I want. But all I can see of you is you’re selfish. You just want to see me, whenever YOU want to see me. You never consider if I want to see you. I can’t even call you or text you!’ If I tried to turn, he would. "No…I'm not. This isn't…" Oh god, he didn't know what to say. His body had betrayed him in the most fundamental way. Darrell shook his head frantically as Gurrero helped Tracie straddle his cock, her throbbing pussy lowered quickly onto his rigid shaft. "Yeah, bust her cunt, Dad. Just like that." Darrell groaned as he felt his daughter's snug pussy grip his girth like a tender lover. This time was worse than last time, too, because this time Tracie was facing him, her haunted eyes looking down. Chris' dad was captain of the football and baseball teams."She hesitated a moment, then grinned as she poured each of them a tall glass of wine. "I used to get so hot, if you know what I mean," she said, blushing slightly, "that I couldn't wait for the game to get over." After doing all those splits and flips I thought I would go nuts waiting for Doug to take his shower so we could be alone." Well," Keri said with a grin of her own, "I never went out for the cheerleading squad, but I get that.