. is it like... ?" Yeah," I said, understanding her unspoken question, "it's about average. Just about like anybody else's, except most guys don't hav... a virgin's bloodstains on it. Not more than once in a lifetime, anyway." And how about you?" Once in a lifetime so far," I said."Can I put it in my mouth?" she asked, blushing a little once more."You can do anything you want with it ... within reason," I answered.So she hesitantly took the head of my dick between her lips and touched it with her. I was about to open it when I heard footsteps behind me.“Dad, what the fuck was that?”I stopped rolling the beer can and stood still. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind and in the end, I said a lame, “What?”“You just came all over the grass after masturbating while watching me, that’s what.”Her voice wasn’t angry, more like she'd stated a fact; not at all accusing.I slowly turned around and opened the can. While drinking from it I watched her. She stood in her bikini a few feet from me.. .. or anywhere else that just happened to have an extradition treaty with Britain.Pulling on a bright green one piece bathing suit, I quietly slid open the French windows and stepped out into the already warm, humid air. Pausing to stretch, I contemplated which way round the atoll I should walk this morning - clockwise or anti-clockwise? It just showed how slow and regular life here was that this choice might well prove to be the most important decision I made this day. But whichever way I. Spreading her ass cheeks so I could see the action. A dark asshole staring back up at me and the view of her hairy lips wrapped tightly around my shaft. As you can imagine. It felt good. Like really really good. The heat . The wetness. The feeling of an actual real life pussy gripping me instead of my hand . God damn. I carefully began to thrust forwards and backwards. Forwards and backwards. Amazed that I hadn't came instantly like last time. I slowly picked up the pace. Still being as soft.