"Stanley, I want to talk to you about my daughter and you. I won't beat around the bush, 'Have you and Beth had sex?'"Omigod, here it comes. Her mom i...s going to end all the fun."Um, well, no. No, we haven't. I haven't even done it myself."She reached over and placed her hand on my pants and began to rub as she said, "I think it would be best for Beth if her first time was with a man who knew something about fucking."Yes, Beth's mom said, 'fucking, ' just like it was an everyday household word. “What if we rounded up a lot of fifty-five gallon drums, filled them with fuel, and drove over there in pickups? We could haul five or six drums in each pickup, back up to the hole, and pour the fuel down in there,” Doolin suggested.“Now we’re getting somewhere. Where can we get that many drums, Doolin?”“There’s hundreds of them stacked up over at the old bulk oil plant behind Harker’s. We could get Mr. Harker to order a split load of gas and diesel and mix it like Jerry suggested,” Floyd told. "I believe it's too warm in here for your panties. They seem to be getting damp." Oh my. They do seem to be getting damp. Can you help me take them off?" And so I did leaving her nicely trimmed bush for me to admire.I had her sit on the edge of the bed and then felt all of her labia. "It does seem to be quite wet here. I'm going to see if I can lick it dry." Oh thank you Mister Derek. I wouldn't want it to get on the sheets."After her third orgasm it became apparent that I wasn't going to get. She caressed herself until she was hot and desperate and panting, and she hailed the next car without regard to the consequence, clambering into the front near side seat and mumbling and asking to be taken to a spot where she could grapple with the driver, and there, she would hand him her handcuffs and ask him to mount her as a favour. He would crawl on top of her, snapping her handcuffs to the seat anchors, and then he would bang her to an uncontrollable, brutal explosion with his cock tucked.