Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Horse Ranch

The Triple V ranch stretched for miles under an endless Wyoming sky. My father Arthur bought it on a whim and invited me for a weekend. The moment I stepped out of the truck in my boots and jeans, I saw the hunger in his eyes. The stable was warm with hay. The farmhouse porch creaked. He taught me to ride. He taught me a lot of things. By the time the stars came out, I was broken in and loving every second.