And if you marry my daughter, all I can say is she is going to be a very happy girl, and you are going to be true mother fucker because I expect you to fuck your mother-in-law at last once a month.”
I did not marry Bonnie, but I did fuck her eventually, and Barbara and I continued to fuck for the next twenty years. Barbara then moved down to my head and we began to French kiss, mixing our cum. She climbed in bed with me and asked if I had fucked by girlfriend Bonnie yet. I moved my hand under her shorts and down her crack and began to rub her ass hole then Barbara, in a husky voice said “Ryan, it is so wrong, but we need to go to my bedroom now!” She flung her halter off as she went and then the shorts and her panties with one motion. She even mentioned your name–said your dad was the first guy to fuck her, maybe she ought to fuck you before you got Bonnie’s cherry.”
“You’re kidding” I said.
