I saw her get out of that semi and wondered how come a pretty, little, fine looking thing like her, wearing a million dollar outfit, was hitchhiking. ...I mean, she looked like she belonged in Oklahoma City in some millionaire's house instead of walking down a dusty road headed toward a two-bit town a smidgen this side of nowhere. I did what any normal man would do and a whole lot of the abnormal ones would as well.I called and asked her through the open window, "You want a ride on into town,. And later we went to bathroom to fresh up and had another session there by keeping her to wall and now inserted from back and fucked her like hell by bending her and I like the way she shouted in aaaa sss heaaa eaaaa huuuu sss baby com onnn yeahhhh and I hold her hair and fucked her like riding the horse and took again her to bed and now my concentration went to ass which is the sexiest part of her body and I wish to fuck her at any costNow I opened the holy hole of her ass and slowly kept the. ”“But mom, dad told me I didn’t have to let him do me any more,” I tried to reason with her.“I know, and that’s the hard part,” she sighed, “You can’t let your dad know about it. He would never let you do it.”“Well, he couldn’t stop me if I really wanted to,” I responded.“Kelly, that’s not the point and you know it,” she snapped slightly at me, “Oh sure, he’ll fuck Tammy if he gets the chance; he’s not THAT much of a saint. It’s just that he’ll never feel as good about it as he would if he. She advised that George, Trish’s Dad, should be home within twenty to thirty minutes so we would eat then. Cecile said that we could set the big table and asked me to open a few bottles of wine to let them breathe.“Breathe?” I asked.Cecile replied, “With good wine, especially reds, you should open them and let them breathe or air out before serving them. Oh, and Chuck, be sure to sniff the cork to make sure the wine hasn’t turned.”“Turned?” again I was perplexed.“Oh you know,” Cecile said,.