"P-Please, Daddy," she sobbed, "I-I-I thought it could be different this t---" Strip!" I commanded, and, knowing her fucking station in life, that of ... cock receptacle, she obeyed. In less than 60 seconds, my Lolita was standing before me nude, helpless, trembling. She had doffed her shoes, but I couldn't help but notice she was posing her legs, the left one bent cheesecake-style, with foot arched and toes pointed as they touched the floor. Slut!Unzipping my jeans, I freed my swollen cock from. I had bought a radio for my office. If I'm going to get killed on this case, I might as well go out first rate.I was listening to Tommy Dorsey's lyrical trombone in 'On Treasure Island' with vocals sung by Edyth Wright, when I heard a tentative knock on the door. I turned the radio off and said, "Come in." When she opened the door and came in I was struck dumb. The first things to enter were her exquisite legs. Clad in black stockings, they shimmered as they moved. The rest of her was aces as. When she regained control of herself, she tried to move off me, but I held her firm, saying, "I'm not ready to let you go, Mom." My cock was still inside her although softening. I wanted nothing more than to hold her, for us to remain joined, two loving bodies made into one."This is forever, Mom," I whispered to her. "I love you, Mom."Tears welled up in Mom's eyes again and she said, "We are forever, son. I love you too!" We kissed and snuggled and gradually exhaustion took us and we fell. The second evening of the journey, after the camp had had a meal and settled down, Bukhari fastened the tent flap and beckoned Sadia to him."Pleasure me, naked," he ordered.She quickly slipped off her abaya and stood nude before him, since she had no other clothes. Kneeling she took his flaccid penis from his shalwar and stroked and sucked it. Unfortunately he was still weary from the war, the journey and his reaction to the end of the fear and tension he had lived in for the last few weeks..