My legs nearly give away when my father ram two fingers into my drenched pussy. I cling onto him as he pumps his fingers in and out my pussy. It feels...so good having him finger-fucking me. As he teases my teenage pussy, he grabs my hair and pull my face to him. His kisses me while moving his fingers in my body. I have been wanting him so bad that I can feel myself nearing my orgasm within minutes. My father’s expert fingers know it and he heightens his assault on me. I pull away from his kiss. ” “Not me, Karen. I was never in doubt of that. I’m still not either” he told her, nicely. He shut up and waited for her to say something. She spoke up. “I want to invite you over, again. I mean it this time too. I do. I really do, Spencer. That is if you want to of course.” “When would you like me to come?” he asked. His question actually surprised her. She was smiling as the silence built up. Her eyes lit up too. Her lips and the smile on them grew while the silence surrounded them and her. .slutty?" I asked. "The look suits you," she said cruelly through her laughter. She went to her closet and pulled out a silky mini-skirt with an elastic waist. It was a black and white print and had a flippy, flirty hem. "This is the only thing of mine that might fit you," she said. "We'll get the rest from my Mother's room." Your Mom might not like that," I said. "She's got so much stuff, she'll never notice. We'll just pick something she never wears anymore." A few minutes later she. I dropped down behind a tree, at least, I hoped it was behind a tree, since I didn't know where the shooter was. This guy was smart enough to be using smokeless powder, so there was no tell-tale plume of gunsmoke to point him out.I knew roughly where he had been when he fired, because of the way the splinters flew when the slug hit the saddle horn. But, that didn't tell me a hell of a lot, because any sensible murderer would have moved some after that first shot. I figured the best thing for me.