Charles stood over her, outside the tub, fishing his small cock through the crusty hair around it. He took a step toward the tub, arched his back, and...let a short stream of piss out onto Lou. Then another short spurt, washing away some of the drying ejaculate."You could help clean all of this up, if you came all this way," Lou said.Oh, double entendre!I moseyed over to the tub. Lou's tits glistened with jizz and a small coating of Charles' piss. He let out a few more spurts. Then the stream. I hope they won't be too rough. Is that what rapists like? Why am I worrying about what they like? I'm the one being raped. Should they care what I like? What do I like? Maybe I like it rough? I don't know! I've never had rough sex before. What am I thinking! They're not going to care what I like. This isn't some kind of strange blind date. They're going to rape me! They're going to rape me and leave me lying here on these boxes fucked almost into unconsciousness with my legs splayed-open and. That was just crazy.Greg promised himself he would let himself get upset with her again. Certainly not while they were on vacation together. Considering her attitude it wasn’t going to be easy, but he’d just have to find a way. But if he could just be consistent in showing his daughter that he loved and cared about her like no one else in the world then everything would work out. And he’d just have to find a way to keep from noticing her hot sexuality, too.Greg finally managed to open his book. No… No, the slut of a fox on his knees before him was far more alluring, whimpering and whining, rubbing his muzzle into the horse’s nuts and thick, heavy cock. His sheath wrinkled, pulling back from that fat length, throbbing with desire, and the fox couldn’t have stopped himself even if he’d tried. The thick equine musk was too demanding, wrapping around him, drawing him in, panting heavily as he sucked in great, big, greedy gulps of air as if it was even more of a sustaining life-force than.