Disrupt either one of those, and I give my middle finger salute and move on to someone else. But Candy was more than my just giving up control. She wa... a mystery. And a fucking good one at that!I couldn’t figure her out, and I wanted to do that almost more than I wanted another drink.“Why do you want all this? What’s in it for you?” I asked, finally able to slip in some courage. The look in her eye told me that I hadn’t asked permission to utter that question.But fuck it. I imagine that if she. That stuff looked good enough to eat.And swallow.And then to go back to the source for more.Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Wake the fuck up, Daisy. Get a grip. With a sigh, I dropped the used condom into the wastebasket and switched off the bathroom light.Like kissing, that would definitely be a step too far.At least for now.*Standing in the doorway to my bedroom, I saw my son was already prepared and ready to go. His dick was standing at full. So I went down and walked along the beach for about a quarter mile and then we turned back. When we got back to our motel there was my wife and Tim in the ocean playing. Man, there goes a perfect pie I thought. I ran out and started splashing them both. Soon it was Tim and the boys fighting it out in a splash war and I got a few minutes alone with my wife. I asked her why she ruined a nice creamy pie. She said it was an old one and most of it had run into her bikini bottom. I said no the one. I was hoping for some loving action when we got back to the house but I wondered if he would manage to indulge me in his present state. It is not that he was drunk, but I knew that while alcohol might increase his sexual desire it might also reduce his ability to perform.I need not have worried; from the moment we arrived back to the house he made it clear what his intentions were but taking me in his arms. He then kissed me passionately and our tongues did the ritual dance of love. When we.