”“Oh. Right. Is that all?”“Give me your side of things and we’ll see.”I rolled my eyes. That didn’t sound good.“Okay. Well, basically,...I told her I had a really good time that evening we spent together and asked if she wouldn’t mind doing it again.”“Yep, that’s what I thought you did.”“But she didn’t answer straight away. Then she asked me if I was asking her to be my girlfriend.”“And?”“And ... Well ... I kinda figured that’s what she wanted to hear, so I told her I suppose that’s exactly what. Then her mum, Angela, walked back in from the kitchen carrying a tray of 3 glasses of orange juice, with a piled up plate of toast and marmalade.She looked utterly fuckable with her tousled dark hair, huge dark eyes and hardening dark nipples spilling out of a pyjama top that failed to reach her real pubic triangle.She slipped back into bed beside us, taking a firm grasp on my erection before purring "happy Fathering Sunday, luv"We had met and married when she was only 30, having given birth to. Make yourself at home: There's food, water, lights and probably even some booze."Destiny again complains, "Ben, are you sure?"I swear, "Hell yes I'm sure! Now get inside and don't give me any more shit."I slam the entrance closed, make sure that things look good around the area and begin to backtrack - wiping out our tracks as I leave. I get far enough away from the hidden entrance and begin to implement my plan...Present – Mike (formerly Major and then Captain M) – At the cabin.I've been. He came up to me and gathered me into his arms, our bodies melting into each other, my tiny breasts crushed against him, his cock nestling against my midriff and tits, I could feel him move between them, and why not, if they provided him with pleasure, I was here and naked to pleasure him and everything about me at that moment was about fucking, his eager fingers parting my cunt, the wetness evident as he pushed them inside and felt the tightness of my unused orifice, 'Kneel on the edge', and I.