I began to really let Brenda have it, her floppy stretched tits hung down by her side jiggled, her belly rippled back and forth. She began letting-out... low deep moans sounding like she was struggling to catch her breath; l was ready to fill the chubby black woman laying with my cock stuffed between her old wrinkled pussy lips, l thrust my shaft hard inside her. My climax was so strong it shot from my urethral opening like a firemen’s hose, my steaming hot creamy load covered Brenda’s vagina. Dad and I laughed, told silly jokes and generally got along just great. I had given my first blowjob, which put me in a really great mood. So even if my dad had been down and out, I think I could have infected him with my laughter and my attitude. It was such a great drive home that dad decided to give mom the night off. We stopped and brought fast food so she wouldn’t have to cook..During the next week, I noticed a change in my attitude and my outlook on life. Nothing was as boring as it used. But since this is the next time we'll all be playing Dee troit, I thought I'd say you guys don't go easing yourselves out the door just because a bunch of white people starts showing up here and thinking their shit don't stink. I'm serious now, anytime you want a drink, I don't care, you just come in and it's the same old damn bar to you guys it always was, even thought it's going to be all Mirror World, it's the same old place as far as any of you guys go, so just ease on in and if some honky. “Cool, so do you want me to relieve either or both of you?”Bob answered, “No, we’re only about 4 hours from home. We were thinking maybe you could haul the ATVs and whatever bikes we don’t have room for up to Dad’s cabin. Hopefully you got some sleep?”Dad’s cabin was on the south side of the Wisconsin River, just west of the town of Dekorra, WI. He had 30 acres that butted up to a forested area. On it were the cabin and a medium sized steel barn where he kept his bass boat. It had plenty of.