My nerves disagreed.My brain scanned the image it had just ducked away from. They were standing under a field lamp that cast an amber hue over them. ...Half of them were smoking. Half were standing with their hands on their hips with one leg straight and the other in that bent-knee-with-outward-toes configuration---you know--- like teenage girls get when they’re mad or jealous. I know the honey-haired one in the middle had seen me. Our eyes had locked for a millionth of a second before I. And ... I was horny again. Images of my daughter still haunted my thoughts. As much as I had chastised myself for what had happened, the vows I'd already made to myself so that they wouldn't happen again, still didn't take away the delicious, sensual memories I now had. Mixed in with those, the past passionate times I had also enjoyed with my wife.But I wasn't about to stand there and make the same mistake I'd previously made either."Fuck this!" I said to myself silently, and then just as. There was a puddle of juices right below my ass and my legs were shaking. I had just had the most amazing orgasm in the entire world, and it was all because of ..... my dad.PART FOUR : A BOTTLE OF WINEMy dad and I had spent the entire day shopping. We had bought me a new bed set as well as posters and things to put on my walls. He also bought me some things for my desk, a whole new bathroom set and a few new outfits for a new town. It had been a really good day considering. I however could not. I suppose that fact that I have no pubic hair helped a bit and I’m sure that my Ben Wa balls had something to do with it; but I felt daring and excited all the time that we were out. I came about 6 times before we eventually got back to the hotel. I was knackered but that didn’t stop Jon wanting to fuck me as I leaned over the balcony. It’s a nice feeling being fucked only a few feet from people who just might look up and see what you’re doing. In a way I was surprised that no one did as I was.