Spent, I sank back into my bed, just laying there, drunk from my post-orgasmic glow.My dad just made me cum… And I loved it.Dad leaned over and kiss...d me on the forehead. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said.He simply smiled. “Glad to help.”Dad turned to give me a side cuddle, and I felt his rock-hard cock jab into my leg.“Oh God, sorry Dad… I forgot.”“Don’t worry about it.”I grabbed his cock. Daddy hissed, his cock pulsed with need. It was slimy with precum.“I want to, Daddy. It’s not fair for you to. "Yeah, I mean it. No weapons, and for those of you with really obvious 'body art', you're likely going to get passed over for ops in the field."He said "body art" with an odd inflection, causing Lenore to wonder just what the source of that irritation was. I think he means tattoos, but why should that be an issue? Oh, because people might recognize them as US Navy. But why call them 'body art' with that tone? Lenore filed it for future investigation, recognizing that it was probably minor in. She was wearing a bright yellow colored salwar kameez , she had a figure of 36-34-38, a bit on the chubby side but God, she was a hottie! On top of this, her salwar was wet because of the rain and her black colored bra was easily visible as her salwar was sticking to her skin.I got an instant hard-on and without bothering, started staring at her tits. I had maybe gone into a trance like state imagining what I would do with those awesome pair of tits if I could get my hands on them.In the heat. Aliyah watched me, then laid back and brought her knees up and spread her legs wide. Her peach split, showing me a pink moist interior.“Touch me there. Don. It feels good when you do it.”My little pecker had taken on a life of its own. It was hard and there was a pearl white moisture on my little slit. I caressed Aliyah and tried to finger her. I hit resistance. She felt so hot. Removing my finger,I saw it was coated with her essence; this was all new to me. It smelled enticing. Leaning forward.