'What did this mean' I asked myself? I almost never talk to myself.My father came back and proceeded to don his gloves. Standing to the left of the ta...le, he used two fingers of his left hand to part Cindy's puffy pussy lips and then put the middle finger of his right hand deep into her glorious wet hole. No lubrication was necessary even though he used it. My cock instantly rose to its full height again and my breath came in short gasps. He then pressed her stomach while he jiggled his finger. As her orgasm began to subside she screamed out "Fuck my arse NOW!!!" I grabbed my soapy cock and aimed it at her gaping butt hole as she held her cheeks apart. I pressed the head against it nervously [this was my first time after all] and pushed forward. I was caught off guard when more than half slid right it. She grunted, "Fuck me hard!" I experimentally began to move in and out of her, more and more of my cock slipping into her. It felt strange, different being up her butt than it felt in. " Well, that's a laugh," Jason said. "Yes, you might one day beat me, but I think it might take you a bit more than a year to get that good." I'll make a bet with you," John said, taking a deep breath. "I'll bet if you take me golfing with you whenever you go golfing for the next year, a year from now I'll beat you." What's the bet, though, son?" Jason asked, intrigued by his son's thinking."If you win, I'll come work for you for the summer at starting wages," John said."And if you win?" Jason. ” She said, as I carried her inside.I carried her up to the bed, and laid her onto it. I pealed her shorts, and panties off in one motion. She pulled her shirt, and bra off as I pulled off all of my clothes.I crawled up between her legs, leaning down and kissed her. She reached down, and guided me into her silky hole.“God, I've really missed you.” She moaned, as I sunk into her.I don't know if it has anything to do with how I felt for her, or there was actually something special about her, but.