"Does yourmother know that you, her college boy son, is talking to, and plying ahigh school girl with Ice Cream?" Oh no..no..no. You have me wrong, Je...nifer Taylor. The 'plying' comesmuch later." He made air quotes with his two fingers and what was leftof his Ice Cream cone."I did tell you that I don't like football," I reminded him."Three times." He sighed and tipped his head to the side, opening up hisbig baby blues even wider."Well, I suppose since I don't want to see a big guy cry...I'll. Phoebe remained in the car for a few moments to give him time to pour his Scotch and calm down a little. She got out and walked to the house. Her dad had left the front door standing open. She entered, closed the door behind her, and reluctantly went to look for her father. He was in the kitchen. Daddy, Im sorry, she started as he sat the glass in his hand on the counter top. I didnt know&hellip, Her words were cut off by his fist slamming into her stomach. She hit the wall behind her and then. Whilst we were talking it came out that we both had a fantasy of fucking in the woods in the middle of the day so we decided to meet up and fulfill that fantasy. He came and picked me up and we drove to the closest wooded area. We got out of the car and started walking deeper into the woods. The whole time we talked about why we love having sex outdoors and how much of a thrill it is that you could be caught at any moment. Needless to say we were both very eager to get at it as soon as. She had heard rumors about girls backing their dogs. Was it possible? Could any woman really stoop to letting herself be screwed by an animal?"Don't be dumb, Angie," she chided herself aloud. "I think the horniness is making you lose your marbles."But a germ of the idea remained, and her face clouded slightly with the vague haze of building lust."Well, may as well go off to my lonely bed," she announced as she rose to her feet. "I doubt if we can expect your mistress home at this hour, Saxon.