Along the railway line grew up townships to feed the fuel hungry and water thirsty locomotives, and to serve as places to which farmers and pastoralis...ts could bring their products and receive supplies. These townships thrived for many years, but now alas, they blossom no more. The motor car, the truck and the road now rule, and whilst the railway still passes, it is but a shadow of its former glory. The diesel engine has replaced the mighty steam hissing monsters of yesteryear, the fuel. One morning, as I entered the kitchen, Cathy was bent over the center island in her bath robe. The girls were at the table, having breakfast. I walked behind Cathy, saddled up to her backside, took each hip in hand, and pressed my crotch to her. Her legs parted, her feet widened. Softly, deliberately, I pressed to her, my cock hardening. Her hips swayed slowly, back arching slightly. I reached down, lifted her robe up her ass, exposing her naked flesh. My cock hardened to full staff. He looks down and sees the playful words splayed across the front ‘Too Much Fun’. He laughs and smiles slyly while standing up. He places himself behind me and bends me over the side of the bed. He laughs again, this time at the back of my panties that read ‘Smack That’. He playfully snacks my ass. ‘Harder.’ I moan, enjoying being toyed with. He smacks my ass again, much harder than before, making me shriek and moan at the same time. He roughly removes my panties. ‘Turn around and suck this. Papá: - No tiene nada que ver podes coger igual.Yo:- Me da vergüenza, a demás me gustan los tipos más grandes que yo, como vos.Al decir esto mi viejo volvió a callar, fue un silencio un tanto incomodo, se fue hacia adentro y trajo otra cerveza, siguio tomando hasta que de repente me pregunta,Papá:- Yo te gusto?Yo: - Si, sos muy lindo, tenes el pecho peludo, sos flaco, alto, así me gustan, como vosPapá: - Y si yo no fuera tu papá, me chuparias la pija?Yo: - Si por que no, ya te dije sos muy.