We talked for a while, then Pat said, "Gary why don't you have another beer, while Peter and I go for a stroll down the beach." Sure," I agreed. "do y...u want your top?" No, I'm fine like this, in fact," she said as she undid her shorts and let them fall, "you can put these in my bag too."I got my first glimpse of her new bikini bottoms."Wow," I said to myself as she bent over to pick her shorts up.She had her back to me, and there was only a thin piece of material, which got hidden between the. ‘Tsk, tsk my dear. And you were doing so well. We will have to see about that in a moment.’ I carefully removed the sleeves of the shirt from the jacket and laid them on a horizontal bar. Odd. It was like something out of a dance studio, but I would have to puzzle that out later. ‘Let’s get the rest of this.’ The skirt was a simple wrap-around. Her foundation garment, call it a corset for lack of a proper term, was another matter. It was a piece of fine craftsmanship. At first glance, it had. Which I did stopping at the shops and Nick quickly went and bought condoms.On his return back in the car we made our way back home, parking in the garage and closing the door. Nick and I moved the front seats of the car as far forward as they could go, he then took off his pants and jocks as I removed my g string. We got into the middle of the back seat. Nick opened the condom and put it on his hard dick and then I moved onto his lap, lowering myself down onto his cock. Our lips met as for the. I considered stopping, but only for a fraction of an instant. The simple truth is I was just too far gone to stop by then, too far gone to even care. I was way too into the feeling of my tongue on my pussy, and in it, and the feeling of my pussy on my tongue, and the taste of myself, and the feeling of my soft ass in my hands, and my Daddy’s smoldering gaze on all of this, to stop. Besides, what was I going to do? Get all embarrassed? Cry? Try to pretend it never happened?God, let me tell you,.