"Our Moms filed came back into the room. "Your fathers feel uncomfortable about this," Jodie's Mom said, "but yes. Tomorrow night, though.Not Saturday...."I felt a flood of warmth. I was going to get laid. Finally. It wouldn't be in some big, romantic setting, with soft lights, maybe music, and so on. But it wouldn't be done in the back of a car with a teenager fumbling for what he knew he should touch on my body. It would be done by someone with experience who knew what he was doing.There were. They were checking out a construction site, and Rory shoved Glen into a gully. He hit his head on a rock and died!" How do you know that?" Th-there was another guy there. He told the cops he saw Rory pushing Glen, b-but at the trial he recanted! I think Rory paid him off!" "Rory got away with it?" Scot-free!" Paula cried. I asked the obvious question: "So how the hell are you married to Rory now?" They were business p-partners. With Glen dead, Rory owns the whole enterprise now. A-and it's our. His body stiffened as he sensed my tension, my cunt tightened around him, restricting his movement, and I panicked, there was only one man in the house, and that man was my father, was I being fucked by my own daddy?His breathing smelt of booze, as did my own, and as he resumed his thrusting's, I could feel my resistance falter and weaken, my own body began responding again, I was involuntary seeking that pleasure zone I found in my sleep, that pleasure mother nature makes women want to. Eli and the other men waved to Jere Joe and Jonny Bill in passing, as they rode hard to catch the vaqueros and the spirited young Cheyenne Paints.They rode their horses at a fast lope, stopping to water them at a water hole once before entering Texas. They changed mounts at the water hole, saddling fresh horses for another hard ride toward Little Tree. They rode on into the night at a fast gallop until they came to the creek where they’d always stopped on their way to and from Little Tree..