Dad came over and asked if we were all doing well, and while we replied we were, my eyes pleaded with him to take us home as well, it was very disgust...ng and not fun at all. He seemed not to notice, and said he and the men fold were going to go to the back room and play some cards and, ahem, drink some moonshine made by one of the other farmers.Ned went to the punch bowl and poured another round of punch for us. He appeared to be having a hard time picking them all up at once, fiddling with. He loved her. He trusted her. He enjoyed the idea of letting go and letting her dominate him.However, as he fucked her from behind, he realized something. She had made a mistake. She put him in a position to dominate her. He spanked her ass, and she liked it. He felt the power flowing to him. He began to fuck her faster. "That's right. That’s right. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster", she barked.He smiled. He knew just what to do. He slowed down, and she looked at him furiously. "Why. How many times have you gotten laid in the last four months?" Why do you need to know that? I told you it was over when you called that Saturday morning." Because I've gotten laid zero times in the last four months. The first couple of months I had to drink myself to sleep and sex didn't even enter my mind. Now whenever I get the urge, I dredge up the memory of hearing you come on another man's cock or the sight of you riding him in the mirror beside the bed and the urge goes away like a snap.. My sisters are a year younger than me and I'm 19 and just starting college. I guess after twins neither my mom nor my dad would consider more k**s. Anyway, my dad is the kind of guy that likes to do things himself. If something needed fixing then he would grab his tools and take care of it. He was pretty good at it too. He really liked the outdoors. He has also had been after my mom to take us camping for years. My mother's idea of roughing it was a suite at a resort. You know the type, the.