Two of them are my cousins and they are complete nutters, too. It pays to be friends with hotel management, wouldn’t you say? I’m Karissa, by the ...ay. Karissa Thorne,” she told me before she resumed sucking my cock with a vengeance.Not even two minutes later, I was on the bed in the master bedroom of the suite with Karissa riding me and pushing her tits in my face. She rode me bareback, too, much to my delight and surprise. I wasn’t sure about her motives, but I had to admit that she was the. But that wasn't a bad thing at all.Daddy liked to spoil her. He loved to buy things for her and surprise her with gifts. It made her love her him all the more.During the day, they were just like any other Daddy and daughter - swimming in the lake, fishing in the afternoon (she hated those icky worms), walking on the beach and laughing and talking. No one who saw them would ever suspect there was a much deeper relationship. Or that only one bed was ever slept in at the cabin.She was proud of. But there, lying in the slushy street was the battered form of my little September Snow. Kneeling in the wet, dirty sludge, I lifted her gently from the road, lowered my face and wailed. The walls of my heart were demolished into tiny pieces that cut fiercely as they poured out from every opening onto her still warm body. When Scrappy’s whines finally reached my ears, I saw him pacing back and forth on the corner. By the look on his face, I could see that he knew something was terribly,. There was quiet for a short while again, to the point I started to wonder. Sara said "Well, it was fun and it's no wonder you like Oliver, that dog can fuck. I feel kind of strange about it though." not wanting to stop her processing I asked, "How so?" even though I could have told you the answer. Sara took a moment and responded "I feel almost like it was cheating. But I did enjoy it more then I thought I would." "Babe, I do it with Oliver all the time, you don't consider me to be cheating do.