My name is Bill Lewellen, but I can’t say it right. So, I don’t talk much. When guys push me too far, I push back. More than one young cowboy has ...found he wasn’t able to tell the difference between the horse and the plow after fucking with me. I have one true friend. Wesley Williams and I have been best friends for years, he’s about 45, I think. I think it all started because I didn’t mispronounce his name too bad, and he didn’t make fun of me when I mispronounced other people’s names. Wesley. Daddy must have saw that little lustful glee in my eyes because while he was on top of Lilly he gave me that look that said that it was time for me to joint the fun. By now daddy had Lilly out of the recliner and on the floor. Walking over to where he was fucking the hell out of my best friend daddy ordered me to straddle Lilly’s face. I had discarded my cloths and was standing before my horny father with my pussy dripping wet. Not letting up for a second on pounding Lilly’s sweet pussy,. As she began to pull her hands away, she felt his breath and then his kiss on the back of her hand. There was something familiar about this stranger that Stacey couldn't place, but she had a good feeling. Maybe it was the alcohol or the heat or the music or just the vibe in general, but she felt comfortable with him. He was a good dancer too, with strong hands that didn't need to ask permission to explore her body. It didn't take long for the stranger to pull her tightly to him and begin. She felt her foot being grabbed, and she went flying as Kevin spun her around, and she hit the mat hard."Love, I have told you before. Fight! Don't talk," Kevin said as he stepped back.Sammy smacked the ground in anger, and stood up. Before she could make a move towards Kevin, she felt her stomach heave. She turned and ran for the bathroom, and threw up her breakfast.Kevin followed her into the bathroom. Getting a cloth, he wetted it, and handed it to her after she was finished."Thanks, love,".