She giggled and said she did not think tonight was ever going to get here. There was very little to do in this small own but there was a walk in theat...er. I ask if she wanted to go to the movie. She looked at me with a devilish smile and said “ Hell no I want to go for a drive in the country.” I was familiar with most of the ranches in the area from day working as a cowboy on most of them on my days off. The pay was not that great but it supplemented my police pay which was less than great as. She told me that the Native American’s had considered the hill on which our house stood as a spiritual center so there were all kinds of artifacts lying around.An historical artifact is a hell of a thing. You hold it in your hand and you think about the last person to hold it and to use it. Whoever did stood on this hill, back when there were no homes, no streets, no snowplows. What did they think about? Was there some girl like me that had an arch-nemeses bitch that looked down on her or. I felt my balls tightening up, the explosion primed, the fuse lit. I grunted, my body hunching in on itself, and I came. The first spurt went straight up the midline of Kimberly's face, laying a cord of jism from the tip of her cute little nose, between her eyes, up along her forehead and into her hair. Then I drew back, and for the remaining jets of cum the head of my cock was buried between her tits.When I was finished, I lifted off of her and collapsed at her side, propping myself up on my. I was familiar with most of my parents' friends but there was this one hot guy that caught my eye. I found out I was into older guys pretty much the moment I figured out I was gay (even though I have never thought about what made them so appealing to me).Dad's new friend was approximately his age, maybe even older. He had short, dark-grey hair, was about 185 cm (6'1") and looked very strong and manly. He wore a navy T-shirt and olive shorts which were slightly above his knees. His arms and legs.