“Oh, you have no idea how much I was wanting it to be you when I woke up. I just didn't think... Oh, I'm so glad you're in bed with us.”Daddy had ... big smirk on his lips. He looked so proud. Like it was his idea for me to come up and wake him with a blowjob. He didn't mastermind all this. This was all me.“She just slipped in,” Daddy said, his hand still cupping Mom's little titties. “You slept right through her getting her cherry popped.”“Oh, my,” Mom groaned then she gasped as I fluttered my. I remember that I hadn’t checked my phone to see if he replied, and immediately reach into my pocket to pull it out. There was a message from him that read: ‘Hello, Charlotte. Please, call me Edmund… I would like to get to know you well enough for us to be on a first-name basis. I will be at the coffee shop at 7:30.’ Unsure what to think, I put my phone back into my pocket and hurry up the steps to the coffee shop. It’s 7:00 and I want to have plenty of time to sit and let myself calm down. . I went into the surprisingly cool tent and immediately crashed on the sleeping bags. sleeping for what felt like hours, I had random dreams that consisted of the four of us all naked around our campsite. I was tied up to the edge of the picnic table, bent over enough so my ass was positioned perfectly for Billy to kneel behind me and begin rimming me. Bud was on top of the picnic table, kneeling in front of me, his big dick filling my mouth, pushing on the back of my throat. Max was to his. But the week before the trip, she starred in all his best fantasies.He would imagine her playing in the yard, running through the tall grass. He would chase her, and she would giggle. When he caught her (her fight was only half-hearted, after all), he'd roll her on top of him in the grass. She'd sit low on his stomach, smiling down at him (strange, because he wasn't sure he'd ever seen her smile). That's when she'd notice it -- that long, hard thing in his pants.Her eyes would widen. She would.