Shortly after he passed the ramp to Clark Summit he saw a car pulled off the road. The car appeared to be one of the old Toyotas, boxy and small. He g...essed that it was about late eighties vintage and had definitely seen better days. There was a woman standing next to the car with her head in her arms on the hood of the car and she was apparently crying. Roger saw that she had only a sweater on; she was definitely not dressed for this type of weather.Roger checked the traffic around him and. She sucked, chewed and beat his prick with her tongue. Cum flooded her mouth, choked her, squirted down her gullet. It gushed from her nose and mouth, drenched his groin, and drooled down his almost empty balls. Douglas arched his back and slammed up into his daughter's face. A jet stream of cum gushed from his pisser, spurting down her throat. "Aghhhh!" He dropped back to the bed, twisting as Missy took the attack to him. Missy slammed her face down, spearing her throat with her father's. Layla got out a ***********ion and held each one up. They were all slightly, or totally see-through. I chose a crop top that was made of fishnet material with all the holes about one centimetre in diameter. Layla’s face was beaming again as each nipple and areola pushed through one of the hundreds of holes in the top.As I watched Layla get our things together I decided that if we’d been in one of the cities back in England people would think that she was a slut or a whore, yet in this holiday. I turn to face her and grin wickedly as Andrew hands me a digital camera.“W-what is going on?”I make a show of going through the pictures then smile sweetly at her“You see Cynthia baby, two can play this game. Andrew here did a little back ground check on you and I’m sure that your organizations and your husband will be very interested in these here pictures”“You’re bluffing”I laugh and turn the screen towards her, she jumps at me, but I pull the camera away and Andrew catches her and restrains.