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My Life, My Choice Chapter 3: Meeting my Father and Annie

Date: 3/26/2016, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Female Solo, Written by women, Author: Kellyann1993, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

as well. The three of us walked into the house. “Dear god Debbie I never knew he had been so badly wounded,” my mother said. “I knew but I never told you.” “When I went to see him they told me they did not think he would survive,” Debbie replied. I started to head back outside and my mother said, “You let John work you hear.” “I will,” I replied going out the door. I listened well as I ran outback and around to the driveway. I saw John working under the hood. I walked over to him and watched him as he worked. He looked at me and said, “Hand me that ½ inch wrench.” I looked at his tools laying there then back at him as I asked, “Which one is the wrench?” John gave a little laugh as he squatted down showing me what a wrench was and where to find the size of it. He also showed me what a socket and ratchet was as well as the differences in screwdrivers. He explained as he called them out I was to hand them to him. When he finished with it, he would give it back to me and I was to wipe it clean and return it to its place in his toolbox. That was if I wanted to help him. I shook my head yes. John smiled at me and said, “OK kiddo, it is just me, you and this car now.” Over the next two to three hours, John worked on the engine. When he needed a tool, I would hand it to him. I would wipe it off when he handed it back to me returning it to its place. I had a white tee shirt on and I had to adjust the girls what with all the bending over to return his tools. John turned to hand me a ... tool and he said, “I hope your mother don’t think those are my hand prints,” pointing to my chest. I looked at my shirt to see two perfect hand prints cupping my breasts. My hands must have had dirt or grease on them as I adjusted the girls. I took the tool from his hand and as I did, I grabbed his hand. I brought it close to my breasts. “No, she won’t as your hands are much bigger,” I said as I laid his hand on one of my breasts proving they were bigger than mine were. John turned a little red in his face and removed his hand from my breast. He did not say anything he just smiled at me as he went back to work. I had no idea why I had done that but then I had no idea why my pussy seemed to be wet and twitching as I watched him work. John was working under the hood when my mother walked out to us. John was to busy working to have seen her. She came up to me. “So this is where you have been,” my mother said. John turned his head toward her and stood up banging his head hard into the hood of the car. He stood there rubbing the top of his head with his hand. My mother asked him if he was all right. John told her he was and my mother started to laugh as I started to laugh. John looked at us both as he asked, “What is so funny?” I pointed to his dirty greasy hands then to the top of my head as he had rubbed all that grease from his hand into his blonde hair. He looked at his hand then at me and told me I was his assistant and I should stop him before he does dumb stuff like that. I ...