I have a matching red and black jacket, which is cut in a peplum style. So my waist is restricted and I have that "cute" hourglass look. The jacket is... in a floral motif. On my hands are matching red mittens, with fake white fur trim, and on my head is a fake white fur headband. My teased hair poking out the top and my bangs and sides curled under it. Bright red lipstick and matching blush along with smoky made up eyes under my thin arched tattooed brows. Huge gold hoops in my pierced ears with. One finger rubbed my taint while another moved back to my ass. I threw my head back and moaned. My Dad’s wet tongue just kept moving along my shaft and foreskin and over my cock head.Dad rubbed my asshole with his finger, and then slowly worked it into my ass. Just as his finger made it to my prostate and rubbed it up and down, I lost it. I forced Dad’s mouth all the way down my cock and held it there as my cock exploded in his throat. My Dad kept moaning as my asshole clinched around his. Besides, it would give me an excuse to hold Mary Jane!Two days later, I went to Hixville to see Sol and check on the two prisoners I had dumped on him. I invited Sam to come along with me. I offered to buy him a beer after we visited Sol. Sol wasn't in the office, so I looked in on the two ladies who were locked up in one of his cells. As soon as I stuck my head in the door, they recognized me, and both let off a string of cuss words like I never thought I'd ever hear come out of a woman's. . damn, there I go again. My wanton imagination brought my eyes to Mother Amish. If she wore that bonnet with a cute, sheer teddy, she would hot! Once again, I was jerked back to reality when my girlfriend poked me severely."Are you ok? You look like you're having a stroke," she enquired compassionately. I blushed and placed my hand on her bottom, only to hear the Amish followers, especially Mom, gasp with righteous indignation... jealousy is such a bad trait, not righteous at all. But they all.