Then Ciara ran back to the boat to get the tents.Ciara had a petite athletic fame and hair that was dyed vivid red. she liked dark lipstick that stood...out from her pale face and occasionally wore very vivid makeup around her eyes often putting small blue dots around them or purple swishes at the edges. she was wearing a light weight summer dress that was white with flowers blossoming over it. The dress was tight across her stomach and then flowing outwards from the hips stopping half way down. My father, siting next to her, was the opposite. He looked thirty at fifty five, and there was an air of knowledgeable humor about him that made people laugh at the stories he told. He wore a suit constantly, one of the trademarks of a banker, I suppose. His hair was short brown and his eyes were the same. He stood at five foot eleven, he made up for height in going to the gym every day. It was a frightening thing to watch him lift, knowing how hard he pushed himself. He looked like a fighter.. She pulled one shoulder down and the elastic made the blouse fit tight over Audrey’s naked titties.“I love this - Mary Ellen. I want you to help me pick my clothes out when we go shopping,” Audrey told her.Mary Ellen picked up Mom’s little black dress from the chair and slipped it over her head. Audrey and I both reached out to pull and tug it into place. I slipped my hand under her dress and felt her naked pussy, then cupped her buttocks and pulled her next to me for a kiss.When we backed up,. Again, there was just a few extra cm’s to get it all in there, I knew this was the small amount that made him really gag. Holding his face in my hands I forced him to look up at his Daddy, this also opened his throat a little more and my cock finished its journey, I am sure my precum was dripping on his tonsils by now. With his throat open there was a little less gagging which meant I could properly fuck his fat greedy mouth. I started thrusting in and out pumping away in his mouth. My “son”.