“We outta be able to get us a moose this time, huh Randall?” said Pete.“Boy, we better get one this time I am going to be pissed!” answered my...dad. It was strange hearing him called by his first name. I was used to Dad or Mr. Jameson, but Randall was just too formal for me to fathom. My dad was such an easy going guy, he should have been a Dave or a Larry, but not Randall or Randy. Finally, Darrel emerged from his tent, all dressed and ready for the day. Darrel stuck to what was safe,. He came back with my ordered peg and put on the table. That was neat peg with three pieces of ice. I starngly saw his face.I said “I don’t like neat, can you mix something in my peg??”He took my glass and started piss in it and then put it again infront of me. I was very glad to see this, I took it and emptied in single sip.I said “Nice idea, I like your service.”Then I started to read the menu that was very strange but pleasant, everthing was garnish with semen, smegma, spit and piss. I showed. Overcome with lust, Kevin swooped down like a bird of prey to lap at her striated shitter. "God, your ass taste so sweet, Mrs. Graham," he whispered, as his tongue flicked all over the silky texture of her crinkly anus. After he sufficiently dined on her ass for a couple of minutes, he inserted two fingers into her sopping twat. He scooped out a glob of dad's cum mixed with my mom's pussy juice and proceeded to rub it around her tight sphincter. He then pressed his index finger against her. He was speechless and gawking like a sex-starved schoolboy. His boxers betrayed him, clearly showing the effect she was having on him. Mom smiled and grabbed it, saying:“Oh, dear. Look what I’ve done. Will you ever be able to forgive me?”Dad was in a trance, speechless. He just nodded and smiled as he gazed at this vision.“Well, now. I’ll have to do something about that. I think you should get up and come with me right now, you poor thing. Don’t you fret. Mama’s gonna make it all better.”With.