She put on minimal makeup, and got everything done around the house she needed to do. At 950 her phone went off. “Can’t wait to see you beautiful...�� she read from Jace.“Then come over!” she replied. He walked down to the end of the block, up a block and a half, and walked over to her house. They lived so close, and it was super easy to sneak to the back of her house and in through the back door. She greeted him at the door with a deep kiss. He kissed her deeply back, and pulled her in. Remember the level of arousal you told me you experienced after the first time I held your oil covered feet at my crotch and rubbed my cock over and between them?I remember that so well! Feeling your ten little toes, also having been generously coated with oil, wiggle against my balls and over the length of my rod as I enjoyed the eroticism of 'foot fucking' you is a sensation I know I want to enjoy again.Then there's the shapeliness of your calves and thighs that not only gave me a lot of. Settling on the dog bed, she winced a little, her pussy protesting from the effects of the joining. The high from the event and the coupling with Truck were beginning to fade. But the contentment she had felt in allowing others to control and dictate events, remained, and then there was the sex. The mating with Truck, the joining, the simple, raw, uncomplicated animal pleasure. If she went back to her normal life, to being Sammie, she knew she would never experience it again. She would never. ” “OK, girl I think you need a little attitude adjustment.” She just laughed.“What’s so funny?” I grabbed her arm. “Dad, what are you doing?”I dragged her back to the front room and pulled her over my knee. “Dad, are you crazy? I am too old for this.”“Crazy, Crazy is me working every day and then coming home to thisBullshit.” She was fighting me but I twisted an arm behind her back.“OW, let me GO!”I pulled down her shorts with one hand. “DAD, YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”She was twisting and turning.