I didn't cry when they made me help clean it,but I did almost got sick. And I even helped hang it in the shed!I drank my first beer that night! My Dad...had been celebrating since we got back to the cabin. In fact,by the time he left the shed,Dad was Pretty Well Lit! He kept hugging me and shouting out into the woods how proud he was of his "Little Warrior!". Duke kept a steady supply of beer flowing to all of us. I was standing in the kitchen,lost,when I heard a loud thud and Dad laughing. I. My blond hair tumbled down over my shoulders, straight flows that ended at my ample, braless breasts. I kept my make-up simple, purple eyeliner to make my grey-green eyes stand out. My stiletto heels, in a striking silver, brought my 52 form up to normal people height. I sipped at my drink watching the buff, though likely gay, bartender mix and shake drinks quickly and efficiently. The music was incredibly soothing, and arousing, changing from slow, sensual rhythms to fast, frantic pieces to. I pulled her to the corner of the bed and slowly put my dick in the missionary position. I fucked her real hard and her boobs were bouncing like anything and she came again.I now pressed her against the wall and fucked her from behind. I was about to cum and she wanted me to cum over her face. So I turned her upside down against the wall and gave all of it for her. We were lying on the bed and she said she hasn’t had better sex than this. She wished it never ended.I then pulled her closer and. He smiled back at me and playfully rolled me over onto my back so that he was now on top of me. "Not everywhere," he smirked. His mischievous eyes gazed over my body and he motioned for me to roll over. I obeyed and rolled to lay flat on my tummy. His hard cock was resting between my legs; eager to explore what it hasn't before. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek as he kissed me, working his way to the back of my neck; sending chills down my spin right to my pussy. My pussy was.