But here at camp, back at this place that had meant so much to us, I would start thinking about the things I’d done to that body the last time we we...e here together. I’d start reminiscing about the intimately personal moments between us, even the non-sexual ones. And as image after image of our personal moments together flashed into my brain (not to mention the crystal clear HD videos with Dolby surround sound), I’d find my mind overloading to the point where I had to pick up my pace, get her. He was touched by Ed’s concern and even his wife Melody, sick as she was, sent her best wishes along with a set of nice pajamas. They were both wonderful people. Why couldn’t he have had them for parents?He didn’t want to remember his own family, in the good times or bad. They had grown so far apart that by the time he left over four years ago the gulf that separated them was a chasm miles wide and deep. When pressed one time about his family, he told the young woman who asked that he was an. My mind wrestled again with the moral implications of what was happening. Did I really want to have my own daughter as a sex-slave, a mere toy to be used and put away until it was time to use her again? But as Marci fell quietly to her knees, and her sobbing abated, my mind was made up. “Pull out daddy’s cock, you fucking whore”, I commanded.Her hands were slow, but she still her nimble fingers pulled down my zipper and unfastened the button. She gasped as her hands gripped the waistband of. He directed their view to his crotch and said, “watch”. He inched back withdrawing his cock. When it was nearing the tip, Gilda's cunt bulged. He spoke to Gilda asking, “ready”? She whispered, “yes”. They watched as Gilda's cunt spread. It opened wider and wider until a red mass bulged forward with his cock embedded. He inched back until several inches, red and wet, were outside her cunt. Suddenly there was a wet sounding “pop” as Shades baseball sized cock head dropped down. The red mass.