“God dammit, Bethany! Can't you do anything right?”“Dinner?” I frowned at my sister. “How drunk is he?”She only flinched as something shat...ered in the kitchen. I didn't hear her mother's response. A moment later, our father burst out of the kitchen and stumbled into the living room past us. His beer got thrust before his, his stained undershirt clinging to his rotund body. He collapsed into his recliner, aluminum cans crunching beneath his fat ass. He kicked out his feet, leaned the chair back,. She was being naughty. At this thought, his cock stretched, and rolled in his jeans.A freshman at Briton State College, Trina must be trying new things; and this new thing, was, well – his thing.“Sure.” he answeredShe looked at him and smiled big.Trina, sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, was a cutie. Five foot two, one hundred and five pounds. Trina wore braided blonde pigtails, pushed down by a pink beanie hat. Eyes so blue, they were almost clear. Button nose and full, kind lips,. "Still think I look okay?"Eight days of outdoor life and physical activity had had some effect. She was still not slim – perhaps 'zaftig' might fit. Her round face was pleasingly proportioned and her skin clear thanks to the fresh air and sun. Her body curved in the right places, medium, pointed breasts stood high and proud on her chest. So she stood, arms and hands spread (as far as the limited space allowed) in an unvoiced 'Well? What do you think?'He reached out and gently caressed her. Her tits were synced with the pussy and were played within harmony. She came on my lips and pulled me up. Stripped my boxer down and started deep sucking my cock with lips first, then going deep throat. In no time I was on her. One hand on her left boob.The other on the bed ramming her wet little pussy with screams and moan in the air. Those eyes moaned harder than her voice. Those eyes gave me an extra inch on the cock. She not only moans but also scratches and both turn me on. Then she got on.