Faoril looked at us, then sighed and slipped it away. "So we keep riding all day?"Angela nodded.Faoril sighed.Sophia perked up. "Did Xera's massage he...p?"A smile crossed Faoril's lips. "Yes, it did."Pride beat in my heart. I had made her cum hard after my sexy massage."Maybe I should receive one," Sophia purred to me. "You could tie me up then massage away all my aches."Angela grinned. "I would love to watch it." I will," I promised Sophia, patting the young woman's hand. She was an infectious. " It was a somewhat cryptic answer, but she didn't press the issue.Then one night when he was sitting in bed taking solace from one of his favorite books, a collection of short fantasy stories with lots of pictures, he had an epiphany. Several of the stories told of brave princes or knights who rescued beautiful princesses from dragons or ogres or evil wizards. In the end of each one, the princess fell in love with her hero and they got married and lived happily ever after.Could that be it? he. I rolled out of his embrace, feeling bittersweet, but I had recovered, and there was nothing more that I wanted to do, than taste him. I had fantasized about this moment so many times. It felt awkward and clunky, I giggled like a little girl, as I navigated the bed, and pushed my father onto his back. He stuck out, fully erect, he was much larger than I had imagined, and I became a little hesitant. He noticed right away, as I awkwardly perched over him. "It's okay, hon, you don't have to. I know he wouldn't believe it.Two days later, I got punched in the arm by Angela. "You sent that kitchen picture to my father! I'll never live it down. He'll tease me about it forever," she complained.I rubbed my arm and laughed. "Boy, could she hit hard, " I thought.Her two weeks were up too quickly and she waved goodbye from the back of her limo. Tara put her arm through mine and said, "Dad, she asked me to save her Kate's Cabin for Christmas and New Years. I guess we passed inspection." Do.