I guess our biggest differences were in the way that we saw the problems and their causes and also in the way we chose to handle those problems.Serena...saw my mom and dad completely different from the way I did. Sure my dad was a great guy. I love him. Growing up he was the best father I knew. He was very caring and he allowed me to make my own mistakes and grow from them. He was also a great husband. My mother loved him a lot. My problem with my dad is probably my own. My dad seems to look at. A moan escapes her, he pushed his groin into her leg and he's already so hard for her. It makes her even wetter and she reaches out to run a hand up and down his erection. It's his turn to groan and his hand is now slipping under the waistband of her shorts and between her legs.His fingers feeling only a thin string blocking his wandering fingers from her pussy. A growl comes from his throat the moment he feels how ready she is for him. He takes two fingers and starts to play with her clit and. Following the directions he been given by his dead buddy early in the war during one of their many nightly discussions, Jesse had little difficulty finding his way.At the little farm, a decidedly unfriendly and chilling reception at gun point didn't deter Jesse. After he identified himself, his mission, and the fact that he was unarmed, the man behind the shotgun poking out of the narrow crack of the open door said gruffly."Turn your horse so's we can see you get off and step down, real easy. Never in my life had I imagined I would ever have sex with another female. It was something so taboo that even my mother had never mentioned it.I waited with closed eyes for the guilt to pour in on me, but nothing happened. Was there anything really nasty about it? Had there been one evil word or thought passed between us?Linda unwound the wondrous tangle of our arms and legs and sat there on the edge of the bed, looking through the window at the starry sky."I didn't plan for this to happen,.