Now it seemed that every moment I hesitated got him angrier. He wasn't my dad anymore and I was terrified. I told Amelia I had to go and hung the phon...e up. "Do you realize which one of us pays for that phone you spend so much time gabbing away on? I come home from a stressful day at work and I hear you holed up in your room. You don't even greet me anymore when I come through the door like you used to when your mother was alive." I was speechless. He ran his calloused hands through my hair and. Her face was inches away from mine and I couldn’t help but notice her black eyes, which I loved more than any other part of her face. No matter how many times I saw it, I could never stop loving them.I moved my hand to caress her ass while she cupped my face with her hand and kissed me. The sweet texture of her lip,s which were pressed against mine, instantly gave me a boner.“Oh my, I think I need to take care of something,” she said and stood up. With our eyes still locked, she began. "I turned my back and looked for what she was pointing at. "I don't see..." I started and turned back to her to ask what she was pointing at. My jaw dropped. There stood Meg with her short pants and panties around her ankles. She stepped out of them leaving her tennis shoes and socks on.Now, the trail wasn't heavily traveled but was used by an occasional hiker. "Meg," I exclaimed, "someone might come." I guess that is just the chance we will have to take Steve; at least we know it won't be my. She stood there, exposed before him, wondering if he could tell how wet she was, if he could smell how wet she was. She’d only ever done it with one boyfriend, and that was mostly in the dark. His hand reached out, played with her bush. “Next time, I think this will need to be waxed.” Next time caught in her mind. She wanted there to be a next time. A finger slid between her thighs, teasing her clit, then finding her pussy. “My God you’re wet.” He let out a wicked little chuckle. She tried to.