My arms stretch upward until my fingers graze the headboard. You hold both my wrists in one of your big hands. Your other hand drifts down my body. Ov...r the large, subtle mounds of my breasts…down the pooch of my tummy…between the soft skin of my creamy thighs. Your fingers skim along my slit, pulling with them my wetness. I breathe in deeply, inhaling your scent. I am yours…body and soul. Your finger drives into my pussy so easily. I feel a release of pressure as you push your way inside me. I. She had caught my eye and stared at me as my Dad persevered with his monotonous humping.I showed her through the gap in the door that I was hard.Once she had seen this she started to groan....she had looked directly at me and moaned 'Fuck me....I want you to fuck me.'My Dad, thinking this was directed at him, came in a series of 3 or 4 grunts. He'd collapsed on top of her as she stroked his back and thanked him for such a lovely time.He had slowly got up and hopped off the bed. He turned a. Any one could tell that who ever was driving had little concern for the vehicle and was most likely angry.The clean cut young man wearing very clean cut jeans with pointy cowboy boots and a striped button down shirt, with a cowboy hat that was fau worn. He practically jumped out of the truck before it stopped rolling. Before his feet hit the ground his mouth was working over time yelling for Denise. Jax and Freddy came out of no where stepping between the angry young man and the party. Jax said. ”“So, how has it been?” Dexter asked.“Well, pull up a chair, and we’ll tell you all about it,” Ed said.Dexter took a seat at one of the many lawn chairs scattered around their campsite. It looked like they entertained a lot of visitors.“By the way, my name is Dexter.”“Told you, didn’t I?” the woman said while shaking a finger at the man.“Gale said that you were that Dexter guy, on the television,” Ed said. “I told her that she was full of hot air.”“She’s right,” Dexter said.“I knew it!”“All.