I’ll be back in a sec.Amy: Okay. Don’t take long.She turned and was now lying on her stomach. She has a nice butt. Fuck! Why am I thinking this? S...e’s my daughter.Me: Listen. I have a shirt that you can use. If you don’t want to ruin your top.Amy: Yes. That’d be nice. Dad. I’m not wearing a bra. You’ll have to go out of the roomMe: Of course honey.I went to switch off the lights in the other rooms while Amy changed. She got up and took her top off. My shirt was in the cupboard. She took a white. I laid her down, and with quivering hands slid her pants down her slender legs. Pausing only to add my sweat shirt to the growing collection of clothing in the corner of the tent, I laid upon her.She sighed, and wrapped her legs around me.She reached between us and slotted my throbbing love lance into her juicy entrance.“Oh God,” she whispered. “ So big ... you’re splitting me!”“O K sweetheart, I’ll not move till you’re ready.” I was in a paused press-up position; and perspiring.She reached. I hate to think what would happen if I tried to dance.’ ‘I see what you mean,’ responded Steve as he slowly nodded his head while listening to Gwen’s explanation. ‘You could take somebody’s eye out with those things if they got out of control.’ ‘Very funny! Maybe I’ll poke your eyes out when we get pack to the room tonight. I’m going to be awfully worked up by then. All of these guys are watching the ‘girls’ like they hope they’ll pop out of my outfit any second. I have to tell you that the. “No, Miss O’Shea, I’m not gay,” he said softly. “In fact, I’m going to fuck that whore cunt of yours while you treat yourself to Miss Franklin’s pussy.”Even as Carly’s mind screamed, a delicious pulse ran between her legs. Her nipples thickened under her bikini top.“Once I’ve cum, I’ll delete the photo, Miss Franklin. It’ll be our little secret.”Holy shit, this like a dream. Am I really here? Is this happening?Jenn was gently pushing Carly back on the couch, until her blond head rested on the.