I un bottomed her jeans and took them off. Her panties were pink and white and I was so turned on. She flipped over onto her stomach and I pulled off ...er panties. I could see her pussy glistening with juice and her ass cheeks were perfect as I thought they would be. Her ass was flawless. I got on top of her so my stomach touched her back and I rubbed my dick on her pussy. She was moaning and I tried to put my dick in. It wouldn’t go in as she was so tight. So I pulled her up so she was on her. I'd had guys spank me before, of course, when I was a "bad" girl and everything, and it was all part of a fantasy, but nothing like this. The change in Dan was terrifying from the easygoing man who had come in my mouth with his swollen black nightstick just a little while ago. Why is it that it's always the authority figures who have the kinkiest fetishes? Most people can just fuck for fun."Hey, you can't just..." I began to say, not really sure where I was going, before I was interrupted."Whoa. He loved my tits, watching them bounce around as I rode his cock. He encouraged me to play with my tits while I rode him cowgirl-style. When he was on top of me, he was his dominant self, running his arms under the crook of my knees, bending my legs back, fucking me hard and deep until I was clawing his back and screaming out with orgasm. When we fucked doggie-style, I looked over my shoulder and noticed his eyes were riveted on my hot ass that he kept bumping up against every time he bottomed. I had green eyes, and short brown hair withblonde tips. And I had known that I was gay for a long time. I had triedto look at girls, but they never turned me on like guy did.My dad was forty-two, with brown hair and blue eyes. He stood around thesame height that I did. Throughout the years he had managed to keep anice build and body. So he looked quite a bit younger.So, as I said, the time for the trip was upon me. Dad and I had plannedto go to North Manitou Island for hiking and camping. It is.