Please e-mail to me: Sam@p... or samanthas_michelle@y... Finally, this is a piece of adult fiction. If you are underage, or if you find it offensive, ...please go elsewhere. Quickly-----Anita and IAnita and I grew up as tumbleweeds. Mom was a hard-hat equipmentoperator, Dad a strong back with a weak mind. Everyone said he used to be really smart, an engineer, but now he did day labor, sweeping floors and cleaning up construction sites. He'd came down with some weird tropical fever while on some. We had all seen each others before anyway. Soon it was dark enough for us to make run for the tent without suits on. Before long we were looking for something to do. The idea came up to go for a streaking run around the neighborhood (streaking was all the rage back then). Off we went, sneakers and cocks that had just barely enough hair to let us know we were growing older. Whew, back to the tent without getting caught!What should we do now?It was decided to play a game of truth or dare. Five. Thomas reluctantly left."Are you okay?" Grace asked as she moved over and sat on Walter's lap."It is what you have wanted, and you are happy," he said without revealing his feelings."Yes, of course, but I want you happy too." I am happy because you are happy," he said. "The truth is that it is hard for me to get my head around all this." I know." I realize it is the only way, and that we are in a very unusual situation, but it is still difficult to get beyond what I have been taught all my. I pushed the fabric of her pants over her hips, one side and then the other with my free hand until they dropped to her ankles in a swirling puddle as her body shook with the ravaging digits caressing her pussy and my mouth that had not let up on its own erotic delights over her engorged nipple and swollen breast. I allowed my lips to part from her tit and fell to my knees before her as my hand also left the wetness of her loins and pulled away from the soaked panties she bore without shame..