He lies back as she lowers her mouth onto his raging, fevered manhood. He clutches her hair desperately, winding his fists in it and holding her there... as if still afraid she might try to escape. He could reassure himself by pushing his fingers into her hot, wet, needy pussy. She’s going nowhere but down on his big stiff cock. But he's beyond that now, he's helpless, unable even to think about dominating her. She sucks like her life depends on it, greedily gorging herself on his meat. He bucks. Uncle Frank and Aunt Agnes helped me get Daddy's present today. Theydelivered it on a flatbed, since I insisted that daddy be the first oneto drive it.Daddy cried when he saw the truck, he touched the lettering on the sideand said it sure would be nice to be a father daughter driving team. Itold him I wanted his old truck when I got my license.Daddy's old truck is in the barn now, he had it overhauled for me, I'llbe eighteen next week, and I go to Colorado after that and get myoperation. I. Aye, now for me, there’s none that do better than naught.”“But you’re Irish?”“Oh, shat come to hell, no, Laddy. I’m a Scot. I’m not one of these daft Irish heathens you’ll find in these parts.” He said it loudly and everyone in the pub started cheering and laughing. He must’ve been a well-liked old man, ‘cause he wasn’t pulling punches and he was getting laughs, not threats of violence. “Ye taste a bit o’ that. The Scotch I give ye before was one o’ me better ones. It’s a Lagavulin 16-year-old,. "Girlfriend?"She grinned a little sheepishly. "Well, yes. We used to console one another every few weeks when our husbands were at sea." She watched the surprise show on my face. "Kind of a private Officers' Wives' Club." Oh!" I considered for a long moment. "Did your husbands know?"She paused, studied me quietly, possibly deciding what to tell me. "Of course. We have all swung together sometimes."Now it was my turn to hesitate and study her. I was, quite frankly, stunned at this turn of.