Her mother was taken aback on several occasions when she had said, ‘I wonder where your father is,’ only to be told immediately and exactly where ...that was. Susan realised, after her mother had taken a long hard questioning look at her on one of these occasions when she told her that he was just turning in at the end of the lane where they lived, that it was best if she phrased her answer as a suggestion as to where he might be, rather than an out and out statement of fact.It wasn’t until Susan. I, however, was howling with every stroke. He stayed still once he was up there and let my ass adjust to his member. The feeling of having someone in my ass for the first time was weird enough, but he was so big, it really did hurt. He then took long slow strokes in and out of me. He was right. It was starting to feel really good. I arched my back and backside harder against him. The howls became groans of pleasure and he was the one moaning my name, over and over again. He stuck 2 fingers up. Thanks, I owe you.”“Don’t worry about it. No big deal.”“Yes it is. I just found out my wife was going to have a baby and if that had fallen anymore it would have tipped over my lift and I would have been crushed. I owe you my life and I don’t shirk on my debts.”“Hey! Come over here you two.” One of the bosses yelled at us.“Yes sir.”“Where did you learn to drive a lift?”“I don’t know. I don’t remember ever operating one before.”“Well that was one of the best jobs of operating a lift I have ever. I could have any hole I wanted, anywhere, anytime. And I had! I was the only guy to ever wear lingerie for her though. Once she found out, it became a regular thing. Garter belts, stockings, panties, high heels, just about everything. It happened about the time I had mentioned anal sex, and she told me, “You can have mine when I get yours”. So the next day, she had her own strap - on to use. She loved setting up the video camera, making me dress slutty in garters, stockings and high heels.