"Hi, daddy. No, we just finished lunch. Of course you can come this afternoon. The way you drive, you'll be here by four. Oh, she won't let you? Then ...ou'll be here by five. OK. We'll have catfish for dinner. See you later." Well?" He went fishing this morning a caught four catfish — Mary say's they're cobblers. He's filletted them and Mary's put them in an ice chest. They'll be leaving soon, but Mary doesn't let him drive fast. Can you imagine? My daddy not driving fast. I used to think we. I should be feeling concerned, apprehensive, but all I can think about is the heat of passion coursing through my veins. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the sun, or the novel, but all have contrived to turn my body into smouldering hot lava. I secretly hope that he takes an interest in me, that he sits down beside me, or starts up a conversation. He went one better. He kneels beside me, very softly and gently so as not to awaken me, and very carefully unties the bow of my bikini bottom at one. Finally one night mom told Jane "if you can be naked in front of Tom and relax you will make a lot of progress, there is nothing wrong with him seeing how pretty you are."Jane screamed "let Tom see me naked, let him stare at my boobs and pussy. The only thing that will do; will be to give him a hard on. Why don't I just fuck Tom and sleep in his bed like a little whore from now on and be his slut?"Mom slapped Jane and that was the end of that argument. The next night Jane had a trump card up. The cloth pulled aside and through the dim light, I can see a half-hard cock being shoved towards me to service for my John. What light there was is now blocked my the pelvis and balls of my "John." I reached up to where the cock should be and thought about it. I was reaching for a cock and not Gert, not a Master, and not a Mr. John. I was simply reaching for a cock and by deduction, the cock was wanting something from the "hole" to make it happy. That thing in the hole was me. Gert has.