These are all big turn offs in my book. Irish had none of these.But best of all Irish was a bigger sex addict than I was. She was a total fuckin' ny...pho.Once while a party was going on at her place she tried to give me a hand job right in her kitchen! That's not too wild so far except her mom was right around the corner! No! No! no! Not good!Lucky for us I had a buddy who lived nearby. He also house sat for his grandparents who were down in Arizona for the winter. Everybody knewabout that. It would certainly have been more economical to have shipped them by rail in cattle trucks, but he chose a route march through the more troublesome areas to act as a warning to other waifs and strays. Although the Sergeant was aware of this, that morning he had perhaps felt that dragging a naked bloody unconscious youngster with them would have reflected badly on the regiment.Dusk came early that evening, the clouds darkened and a light drizzle started. They encamped for the night by a. Flicking the skirt up so that I could see her tight cotton panties spread across what I knew was a luxuriant, dark bush of pubic hair. Some was even peeping out over the top, with the odd dark whisp peeking past the gusset line.I shuffled my position, so that we were near enough face-to-face, my hand resting on the crotch of her panties, massaging the plump pussy below. I could feel the heat rising. The panties starting to dampen, and the smell of hot, wet pussy started to fill my nostrils.We. I'm now standing naked in the kitchen, with my back to the window which overlooks the street. “Oh honey, you're just as beautiful as your Mum, pregnancy suits you” he smiles as he rubs my bump. “Turn around, bend forward and open your legs” I turn around, and I notice someone in the street, I quickly lean forward trying to get my naked body out of view, I open my legs. Dad's hands are on my ass, up my back, then around my tits. He squeezes my nipples. “Mmmm” I moan, then his cock is entering.