The extra time would have allowed your clothes to dry out enough to wear back as well, but you can go as you are. It has warmed up enough that you sho...ldn’t be cold.”As I led her out of the cabin, she told me that she had more clothes in her backpack. They had all the clothing they brought with them to the island in their backpacks, and had put them in the Jet Ski’s storage compartment. I told her we would stop and get their things on the way back to the pens as I locked the cabin back up.We. I turn on the over head fan and the smaller fan on the sink's counter.The bathroom is beginning to steam.I squeeze a precum sized dollop of cloudy white shampoo into my palm. I rub it slowly, covering my palms,rubbing faster and faster until it foams and suds drip down into the bath water.I touch my inner thigh with the first two fingers of my right hand.I trace a circle,thin rivulets of wet and suds drip down my leg.I circle my left ass cheek with my right hand.The suds make my ass feel even. He’d made her rework it, fine tune it, finesse it. ‘You like to push me, don’t you, Sir? Academically I mean.’ The ghost of a smirk floated on her parted lips. He’d had to stifle a choking fit.Trish had never let him take it seriously. ‘You’d love to think a skinny teenager fancied you that much.’Well she damn well does, he thought that prom-night, his nipples still prickling from her touch. Thank God she’s got herself a hot date. The accompanying surge of jealousy took him by surprise.He. He also spits on my hole just before he dives into my ass. My back arches as his thick head pushes through. Daddy says "Open your ass boy" to which I reply "Yes Sir". He's in me, and begins slowly pushing in farther. With every inch I can feel the heat of his cock testing the depth of my ass. I put my thumb in my mouth and moan. Daddy smacks my ass and and tells me what a good boy I am and starts thrusting in and out. He leans into me with his hands squeezing my waist while he is pumping my.