"No. I know it must be strange for him, you know? But why can't he just fight me like a guy. I mean, I know I'm not a guy, but dang it, Dad, why are s...me guys such big assholes?"Now, how often do you get 'dang it' and 'asshole' from your sweet innocent little girl in the same sentence? She was serious, too! It was, however, an eternal question. I didn't know the answer, and knew if I said anything, she would know I didn't know. I said nothing.We drove home in silence, her only request was that. As you pushed in slowly and steadily your hands stroked at my tits and you groaned my name. The pulling and pinching of my nipples really lit the fire between my legs. I groaned in pleasure as your cock stretched the walls of my pussy. You pulled back and pushed in, getting a steady rhythm going. I wrapped my legs around your waist, so you could go deep. I threw my head back and moaned your name. Soon you were plunging into me over and over, faster and faster. I could feel your balls slapping. Clair. Anyways they got a cook there named Cass Morrison whose food reminds me o' Melody Talon's." I nodded for him to continue. "Well sir?to make a long story short Miss Talon rode with us when we lit a shuck outta that frozen waste and rode down through what is now the Pike National Forest and on into Denver. A few months later I married her and we were very happy right up until her death back in '98. The only shadow on our marriage was that my dear Melody was unable to have children?but we. In order to gather her thoughts together and to get a grip on the situation she decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and then come back to the bed to read the rest of the story. she did just that. she went for the glass of water, came back to the bed and switched the television off. Never had she been so anxious to read anything in her life. The story she read was surprising and bizar to her. It told how the student girl ?she?-found out through some research on the internet how.