But I woke up after midnight when I felt a warm mouth engulfing my cock.“Aah, this is a good way to wake up”, I caressed her head and said.“I wo...e up and thought of making you happy.” She smiled proudly at my appreciation.“Yes, I am very happy.”I was indeed happy that time. I had a willing girlfriend but it was good to fuck my ex-girlfriend. So I gave her a mouthful and we slept again.Next day, we woke up late. I cooked and we had lunch. She was not willing to go without a proper fucking. She. . I wanted that... I really did. Boy, you wet a lot, hah?" What d'ya me... Oh that's cum... that's what they call cum, hon. And yeah baby, I did cum a lot." Dad?" Yeah sweetums?" he used his pet name for her."I... I, er, lied... You, er, did hurt me... A lot!" she told him."I... Honey, I'm sor..." he began to say but she cut him off."No, it's okay... really, but... no more tonight... okay?" she whispered her plea."No. Oh no hon, of course not..." he assured her gently but with. “There’s just us three” I said, soothingly, “and I’ll be naked too” Her head jerked over to look at me, and I immediately slipped my own T Shirt over my head and tossed it aside, revealing my own firm breasts and stiff, swollen nipples, then began to ease out of my shorts. “Oh God” she murmured, and as if in a daze she began to follow suit, first her T Shirt and then her shorts, leaving just a pair of pale blue thongs.As she reached for them, Jimmy stopped her, “No” he whispered hotly, “Let. So we took our four days in my cabin and made the most of them. We had to fend off reporters in droves; with Sam and Marilyn driving, and with Camilla's famous photo as fuel, our incarceration had stayed well up in the news, and when the media learned we'd been released the phone calls started coming. A carload of enterprising reporters actually found their way to my cabin one afternoon. We were polite, we were pleasant, and we were boring. They'd thought we'd heard or seen something, it turned.