He couldn't stop Barbie's playful pout and "You'dbetter not be done yet," as Barbie left the shower, taking a parting swatat Steve's rear as she towel...d off and plopped back on the bed, lookingback expectantly.Steve waited in the bathroom and opened his medicine cabinet after Barbieleft. He was surprised to see that his box of regular condoms was gone,and in its place was one marked "extra large for the extraordinary man." As sexy as Barb is now," he thought, "maybe I should make some. Yet... , sometimes late at night, in my memory, if I listen closely, I can still hear my dad's soft voice, singing sweet and low, floating languidly, out of that old back bedroom.One of the songs he often used to sing to my siblings and me, which we always loved, was entitled, "Hobo Bill's Last Ride." It was a song about the tragic life of a Hobo named Bill. That song, became my inspiration for this story about another Hobo. The Hobo, the other Railroad Bums used to affectionately call ... Hobo. I do remember that, all things considered she was a beautiful, stunning lady back then. Time, 2-children, 2-divorces, had a way of catching up with her when I seen her again in 1980, however her body was unbelievable and she had this very coy and sexy demeanor about herself. During the picnic, there was the usual conversations, catching up on old memories, etc. The subject turned to what I was doing after graduation. Explaining that the job market was not that great I was in the process of. ..?” She gave me the strangest look. “Why are we...?” She shook her head, glancing at her friend.“Something weird is going on,” Jessica muttered. “Why is Kitty covering her pussy?”“It's full of my daddy's cum,” Kitty beamed, squeezing my hand. “He just fucked me and came in me.”“Holy shit, Dad,” Crystal groaned, backing away. She stared at me like I was disgusting, filthy. “She's only eighteen! What the fuck!”“I can fuck any of my daughters when I want, young lady,” I told her, voice firm as.