”“I remove the manure pile every day even though the chickens cover their leavings with the loose dirt I have piled next to it,” he said. He did...’t bother to tell her that he doubted anyone would look at the woodpile, but one glance at her face stopped that thought in its tracks.“I know, Baby. I know,” she said with a smile. Then she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “But every little bit helps when you’re trying to impress someone. Besides,” she continued to whisper, “I want the cave to smell. Hi! Im Angie! She squeaked in a bubbly voice, her eyes fluttering once, a sly smirk now on those great lips. She had the type of lips where she had a lot of control over them, very muscled, very versatile. But that fucking smirk, it was the kind only really hot women who know they are hot can do. A look that says youre gonna just do what I tell you eventually anyway . . right? And they are absolutely correct, we do, every time, like idiots. Well usually like idiots, but even a broken clock is. I was thrilled to now be 18. Dad sat on my bed and started to rub my back as he hugged me. He told me I had developed into a very pretty and sexy lady. He held me away from him and looked at my tits thru my sheer night gown. It felt very strange to have him staring at me but very exciting too. Then I noticed that he was naked from the waist up and was only wearing tight white underwear. I could see the outline of his cock beneath the white material. He saw me staring at his cock and then rubbed. And they did just that, to even greater applause and shouting.Several of the boys in the groups were teammates of Mark, and afterthings quieted down they came over to the table and one of them said,"Mark, you know we're behind you on this." Gee, thanks, Eric," Mark said, addressing the boy. "Do you know mygirl friend, Corey?" I guess everyone does by now," Eric said. "Nice to meet you, Corey." Nice meeting you," Corey responded in his soft, somewhat higherpitched voice. He was doing a better.