If daddy had not caught me on the couch that day with my legs spread, my cunt splayed and wet, we never would have found each other. I would have gone...on just feeling myself, and he would have gone on fucking mom. Now he was fucking both of us. One would think I would be jealous of that. I was not. He had mom first before me. He loved her though, with both his heart and his cock. Me, on the other hand, he loved me with his cock most. I was getting wet under the sheets as I lied in my bed. The dogs had fallen strangely silent as they flitted through the shadows at her heels. They were panting uncontrollably, but no longer bayed or howled. Like stalking wolves, they padded after Belinda.The room adjacent to her own seemed vacant, the bed made and the towels clean and no sign of luggage. Feeling like a thief, Belinda tried the door. It opened and she entered, holding it back for the dogs.The dogs hesitated, as if knowing they were not allowed in the premises, doggy instincts. Feels OK. I tried to sit up, but the straps held my arms down. Something brushed into my chin when I made the effort, though.I looked up, opening my eyes as wide as I could bear, to find out what had bumped into me. I saw nothing there, excepting a pair of enormous naked breasts protruding from my chest. "Hey!?" I squealed, in high-pitched feminine voice.My horror increased. The brown-tipped nipples wobbled all over the place as I squirmed, screeched, and panicked. Well, that was probably just. So much for the political lecture.We found ourselves sitting in the bar in the secure area of the Cancun airport. She was having her favorite straight up Margarita and I was having a beer. She looked at me and maybe I saw her blue eyes misting just a tad, but she quickly looked away.They called our 1:30 flight to Atlanta and we picked up our cabin baggage and went to the departure lounge. She hadn't said a word since the Margarita, which was unusual for her. We sat next to each other in our.