His name is Scott, and he's forty-two. My mom passed when I was twelve, and ever since then, it's been my dad and I. We both have had our relationship..., but nothing has been serious. Anyway, on my nineteenth birthday, I got a ton of clothes. Everything from skirts, and tops, to sexy bras and panties. Of course I didn't get the unmentionables from my dad, but judging from what happened that night, I'm a little surprised. We started the party at our house around 5:00 pm, and it didn't wrap up. I had be so wrapped up in what I was doingI hadn't heard her come in, and so horrified at being caught I didn't evenwonder what she was doing back so early."Oh really?" she demanded glaring at me. "So my sissy husband isn't dolledup like a cheep whore fucking his ass with a dildo and calling out forsomeone to 'Fuck him hard like the little slut he is' then?" I, I..." I couldn't think of what to say. How to explain myself. "I'msorry. I, I can..." Can explain?" she shouted cutting me off. "Can. Before it got dark, Bobby and I repaired Jack Jones' wagon and drove it back to the house. Bobby put the horse in the corral with the others and fed them all.By then, it was time for us to sort out places to sleep. Ann and Sue slept in the top bunks and Bobby and I joined the horses.Jack, Susan, and Sueann stayed with us for nearly a month. Bobby and I did go to their farm to look after it enough to keep it running until the owners could return. After they returned home, Bobby went by a couple. I stroked her ass and slid a hand between her thighs,cupping her pussy mound, squeezing it. I slid my cock into her, and she groaned long and low as itdrove up into her belly. I groaned myself. I twisted my cock aroundinside her as I ground my hips against her ass cheeks. My handsslid up and down her sides, then moved under her to cup herbreasts. I started fucking her slowly, sliding my pecker back and forthin her teenage snatch, slapping my hips lightly into her buttocks.I looked down at.