All I could hear was the soft, rhythmic sounds of her breathing, and it made my skin tingle as all my hairs stood on end. I stood pressed to her door,...body quivering, and those all too familiar feelings raced back to me. My cock swelled in my shorts, and I inexplicably pushed the door open a bit further to gaze upon the sleeping form of my daughter. The only light was cast from her alarm clock and a full moon through her windows, barely illuminating her lovely face, framed sweetly by her soft. Of course you could tell she wore no bra or panties. Typical Susie! But she did look good and I felt my cock stirring. Then Sherry came out. Wow! Sherry was wearing a white stretchy low cut top that barely covered her tits, and a very short, dark blue pleated skirt, that with her blue sneakers and pretty face with her pixie cut hair, made her look like a cheerleader or schoolgirl or something. She looked about 15! I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra and knew she also wasn't wearing. There was no hair on her body below her neck. She had given herself seven enemas, the last two with olive oil so that she was totally clean and permanently lubricated there– at least for the Day of the Choosing. She also had a special festival vibrator in her cunt, quietly keeping her aroused so that she was also well lubricated in front.On her nipples were two moderate-sized butterfly clamps. They were just snug enough to keep them from falling off. Their looseness allowed them to droop so. ’ ‘It’s worth a try, I guess,’ Ernest hollered back. A minute later, Frank had the stern end of his canoe next to the bow of the one Ernest and Sue were in. ‘Now, Sue, Sally, see if you can link hands, without falling overboard. Each of you, crouch down in the canoe.’ The girls managed to grab each other’s hands and somehow avoid tumbling into the lake. ‘Okay,’ Frank called. ‘Here we go. Ern, see if you can help a little with your hands. What’s over here anyway? I don’t see any cottages or.