About the same time my view and all the sensations started to make since, my body spasmed and I launched a large load into the sucking mouth.The mouth...kept right on sucking, a little gentler, but still sucking, coaxing the last of my essense from me. Then pulling back her head, my dick made a popping sound, then she turned to me. Sherry's face had a tight lipped grin on it. I reached to pull her up to me and she came willingly. When her lips met mine she gave me an open mouth kiss that released. Denise giggled a little, still nursing on his cock. It finally lost all of its hardness, and slipped from her mouth."Good morning, Brother dear!" My God Denise! That was awesome! You can wake me up like that anytime!" He pulled his sister towards him, and kissed her passionately, and realized that she still had some of his cum in her mouth. He started to back off, but realized that he had nothing to be afraid of, and began to kiss her with even more passion than before.When they finally pulled. A young and very handsome Indian, a beach boy, passed by, offering the usual tourist things, snorkelling, see the Dolphins, etc. with a few glasses already consumed I felt some interest, well, like I mentioned, he was quite handsome, well proportioned, so we ended up chatting. He asked what we had done this day, we mentioned the usual eating drinking relaxing and of course, the obligatory massages one has while on holiday. I do massage he said. We asked him his name and he introduced himself as. One was standing right next to the elk and the other, the taller, older man, was standing at the other side of the youth. The older man had his arm around the youth. Not just a casual touch, Ada realized increasingly as the photography came into focus. It was a possessive embrace. A knowing embrace. An intimate embrace. The older man was J. Harvey Kincaid and the youth was her own son, Hugh Raven. The realization of the pose hit Ada like a strike of lightning. Kincaid’s elk. She had been.