The talk had already turned me on such that as I removed my shorts I was already semi-hard but I hoped it would deflate. As soon as he looked at me it...started growing and hardening even more. I turned and quickly sat down again trying to hide my manhood and I, no doubt, blushed.“It’s a natural reaction to the talk buddy,” he laughed, “So don’t be embarrassed. Look at my cock.” The way he had been sitting behind his fishing equipment had previously half hidden his hips and groin area so that I. I was sitting at the breakfast table, in the minimum of clothing, straight from my bed, and daddy, who held me transfixed, was speaking, and as he spoke, his cock grew before my eyes, rising and raising his t-shirt as it outgrew its length, and teasingly slid down its shaft as it thickened and rose.Daddy really was a big man, and my keen 20-20 vision, followed the thick venous veins pulsing with warm blood, along his length, as the protective foreskin peeled back to reveal its bullet like head,. He was controlling the galloping horse through thickly wooded country with only his knees; both hands were unfastening my clothes and dropping them one by one behind us. I could do nothing to hinder him as I was hanging on to him and the horse for dear life. If the horse stumbled or one of us fell we would be killed for certain; my life was more important than my clothes, whatever was to befall me later.When he needed to strip my skirts away he took them over my head and released one arm at a. Her friend Jane had long brown hair and was a bit more curvy than Sarah. I found out they were a couple and they were obviously chatting me up. As always I lapped up the attention they gave me and we chatted about all sorts, the conversation led us to what I was doing after and invited me to their place.I told them I probably couldn’t because I had come with my friend Jo who was around somewhere, but Jane quickly blurted “the more the merrier sweetheart” and so I said I would love to come back.