While his wife gathered her towel and soap for her nightly bath in the river, he waited. And when she left the tent, he quickly slipped into his pajam...s and stretched out his sleeping bag. He didn't try the book again, realizing it wouldn't help.Damn, he cursed. His daughter was no better than a two-bit street walker and he couldn't get her out of his thoughts. He couldn't bury the tempting vision of her ripe young body just lying there in the grass, thighs opened and ready to take the thick,. “Julie,” he said, “You are probably one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. I love you so much, but before we start thinking about the next step, I really need to tell you about my family.”I had met many members of his family, and they all seemed nice, so I wondered what he was getting at.He continued, “In my family, there is a long-standing tradition that people on the outside aren't aware of, and we like to keep it that way. It’s tough to describe, and you might be shocked. But I. They were wet all the way through by now. I slid my finger up and down my clit. Rubbing it in circles as my best friends dad had his way with my mouth. His thrusting had slowly begun to speed up. I was trying to get quick breaths in and out as his cock would allow. My one hand worked quickly at my clit, while the other hand still held onto the thick base of Mr. Hardy’s cock. After a few minutes of this, he took hold of my hand from his cock. He moved it away from his shaft. And then with both. In the end, I had like my new husband drank too much and felt numb between my thighs, I could not cum and started dozing off, the clock read two thirty am.I awoke in a cold sweat, my room was filled with the sound of a girl being fucked and I immediately though I had left the TV porn channel on full blast and sat up in bed, but my TV was off, the actual sound was coming from behind the TV, and through the wall, into the adjoining suite.I smiled in part relief and I looked at my husband, nor.