When I came down the stairs in anankle length broom skirt and Keds Bob smiles and said that while I lookedadorable that he thought it would be better ...if I went and changed intojeans. Smiling I told him that I couldn't do that. Puzzled he looked atme and waited for an explanation. "I no longer own anything but dressesand skirts. I donated ever pair of pants and shorts I own. Remember,that while I am becoming more feminine every day, deep down I still get athrill from dressing this way. So,. "What the fuck mark" I yelled trying to pull away from him. "Shut up you whore" He hissed in my ear. I whimpered as he was yanking me into the bed room and threw me down on the bed. " I been wanting for this for a long time Jordan" he said while pulling his clothes off. I just scooted back further away from him because of his fangs that just popped out. "Ah ah ah" he said while pulling be back towards him. I had just noticed how HUGE his cock was as I was looking down, a full 10 inches He. “So,” she smirked, “sex before or after dinner?”“Both?” I asked hopefully.She laughed, “I think we can accommodate that! Can I make a request, then?”“Of course!”“Before dinner, just screw me hard and fast. After dinner, just slow lovemaking. I mean really slow and passionate. Make it last as long as possible.”“I think I can manage that. Come here.”She walked over to me and I took her in my arms and gave her a rough kiss. I took her sunglasses and put them on the table next to the bed, then. " Dad smiled at me and wiped sweat onto his sleeve. "Let's set up a fire using the wood we collected on the way and we can get some dinner while we are at it. While it's cooking we can set up the tent. What do you say?"I smiled at him. "Okay, Dad." With a groan—but a happy groan—I got up and helped him set up camp. It only took us a few minutes because we knew what we were doing. We were both experienced outdoorsmen and had been doing father-son campouts for years now. I knew that this might be.