"Oh, Daddy, I don't quite know how to tell you this, and I know it's not your fault, or your problem, but you're the only person I could ever dream of...speaking to about it. We've always been able to talk about anything, haven't we?"That was true. She and I had always been able to talk to each other about anything at all. When she reached puberty, it was myself who had to explain to her what was happening, and our relationship had always been one where, so to speak, there had never been any need. She stepped out onto the deck that overlooked the lake.It was a beautiful morning. The water of the lake was still and calm, reflecting the overhead sky like a mirror. Sunlight glistened off of the water in brilliant sparkles. Samantha could hear the birds chirping their morning songs. She stood their for a moment, taking in the scenery. She still wore the blue and white striped cotton pajamas that she had slept in, a Christmas gift from her mom last year. Her blue eyes twinkled as the sunlight. I said that I wanted pictures and sex with each girl. She talked to them and said that it was okay with the other girls. Then she told me what was okay. Each girl including herself would let me fuck her three times, give me one blowjob, and let me take a hundred pictures of them completely naked. In addition they would pose naked for group pictures too. Hot damn! Veronica said that I could keep the pool balls and that the girls would autograph them for me too.I told Veronica that I wanted to. She didn't sit up and ride me; instead we wrapped ourselves around each other, putting as much of our skin in contact as possible. We were moving barely at all, just a steady, slow tantric grinding that kept building until we both exploded. It was the sort of orgasm that you feel in your soul, the pleasure radiating out from your core, until it leaves you blissfully limp. Adara stayed right where she was, snuggled on my chest. I was still deeply buried in her but starting to go soft. Thinking.