I wasn’t much of a drinker, and besides I didn’t like the example it set for my kids. We had a small wine rack, and we kept a few bottles of hard ...tuff in a cabinet in the living room, but that stuff was all pretty much just for show. I didn’t like the real drinking stuff, like beer, out around the kids. See what a good dad I am?I drove on home. Took my beer and put it in the refrigerator I had in my den, that’s my hunting lodge above the garage. I opened one up and started to stare at my deer. As a horny teenager I used to fantasize about us being together and her doing the dirtiest things imaginable to me. I started having longer showers because of her, as well as having to wash my bed sheets every day. My mom thought that I had relapsed into my childhood habit of wetting the bed, which in a way I was, except it was different this time. She thought that I was under stress at school and being bullied, which I was a little bit, but every kid is bullied at some point of their life.. ?Goddamn this bitch is hot!!? Steve mounts herand grabs her exposed tits as he fucks her roughly.?Yeah?OhYeah?Takeit slut!!!? Melissa?s face isreddened by her tears, and she is still crying as Steve rides her harder andfaster. Her hose covered legs kicking in vain on either side of her attacker?swaist. Closing her eyes, she feels him tighten up and deposit his load into heras well. ?Yesssssss! Oh hotdamn!!? Heexclaims and dismounts the girl with a final squeeze of her tits. Finally Terrygets. She stepped in them and I pulled them up her legs and around her waist. Iinstinctively knew what was required. "Stand in front of me facingsideways and bendover." I did as she said, feeling the skirt hugging thecontours of my bottom. She took a hairbrush and whacked my bottom hard. Isquealed like a girl. "You bring pantyhose with underwear!" sheexclaimed. I tottered over and brought back some sheer black pantyhose. Irolled them up as I had seen her do and then rolled them up her legs. Ifelt the.