I couldn’t see much but my imagination more than filled in the gaps! I started to masturbate slowly, watching the girls cuddle, talk and giggle for ... while, and then start stroking again, and finally manoeuvre into a 69 under the blanket and, after a several scintillating minutes, bring each other to another writhing orgasm.As did I myself! I have a box of tissues in the office, fortunately.When they’d recovered they stood up and I ogled their nubile bodies while they got dressed. Their tits. The Bible was full of references to grain, and flour, and God had created such that man might prosper. Most of that kind of thought had come straight from his father, who had owned the mill before Geoffrey, and who had taught Geoffrey his trade.Geoffrey had also taken the scriptures literally when it came to doing his part to populate the Earth. He had sired six daughters, and four sons in that effort. It had eventually killed his wife to do so, but he simply blamed that on her lack of faith.It. Just to make it even better, it’s a naturist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swimming in the warm sea and lying on the warn, soft sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we’d either walk out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a quiet place where he could have his evil way with me.One time we only went to the edge of the dunes and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a. There, among the faces watching my performance, one stood out far more than the others. It was one that I was familiar with, one that maybe I wasn't as familiar with as I should be, but still. It was my father, Senator Mark Feldman. Straight-laced workaholic Mark Feldman, who never seemed to have time even to spend with his son. Mark Feldman who didn't seem ever to be remotely interested in guys or gay sex. Well, there he was, watching two hot shemales licking the hard cock of a guy he didn't.