After that weekend, we fell into a pattern of getting together one or two nights a week, and then most weekends we would spend at her place or mine. T...hen one Saturday night we were at my place when she asked me if I wanted to go to a movie and after I said I didn't feel like it I noticed she was crying. "I see, I'm good enough to fuck or hang out with but I'm too embarrassing to be seen in public with." This had come out of the blue and I think I was too stunned to speak. She got up and ran out. It might be better for your daughter to be mad at you, than to think men are jerks." I didn't mean for that kind of thing to happen." But you can see how it could turn out that way, now?" Yes," she said dejectedly. "The worst of it is that I can't turn you around. Jessica and I had quite a talk about this issue. If I turned you back to the car right now, she'd probably pack her bags and move over to my sister's." So you feel you don't have much choice." Well? Do I?" As my mother would say, 'You. After working my ass for a few minutes I heard him stand back up and I braced myself ready to feel his thick length penetrate my tight ass, slowly I felt his flared cock head press at my hole, my loosened as slowly enveloping his head, inching it in slowly I felt my ass pop as his cock head slipped inside of me and now I could feel the hardness and veins of his shaft sliding inside of me inch by inch. After a few minutes he was fully inside of me and he was so hard I felt like I was impaled on. Max raised his hands from behind his back and smeared lake mud down my front, covering my tits and stomach. It was muck from the bottom, and its slippery brown streaks covered my naked front. “Very dirty,” he smirked.Not to be outdone, I reached down and grabbed a handful of lake goo as Max ran, splashing out through the lily pads. “Catch me if you can,” he shouted as he made his getaway. I hurled the gunk at him, splattering his back as he turned away. He bent down to scoop up more muck and I.