. "Of course s*s, I would love to"! I now have two names for her: Dirty little Whore, and s*s.She squeals and stands up. She says she wants to have a ...cenario and explains that she wants me to climb in the shower and she will join me in a minute. "Just make sure you are jerking off in the shower, and keep moaning about me while you are doing it... I am going to sneak in, follow my lead".I run the water and wait for it to warm up. I hear her fiddling around in the room and wonder what she had. Would she find a dragon? or a buried treasure? The corpses of others who dared this venture maybe? A dim light came into view just past the end of the torch light. She sauntered towards it, a smile on her beautiful, pale face. ‘If anything is worth finding in here, it will be in that light,’ she muttered to herself. The light trickled through the cracks of an ancient iron cast door. She wrenched it open, and shielded her eyes. What she saw next was nothing like she anticipated. This. “Dad didn’t need a second invitation,” continued Mom. “His cock was as hard as I have ever felt it and he drove it hard into my pussy, all the while looking at his daughter, who was doing her best to push her face close to where the action was. It was so erotic Jack. So hot I thought I would explode. I couldn’t believe it was happening.”Jack had noticed that although his sister wasn’t talking she was rubbing her pussy mound through her shorts while her mom told the story of that fateful night.. He came to a full stop and Lynn turned slightly attempting to shield her naked body. Lynn smiled as she glanced at his buckskin waist cover. ‘I’m dreaming and your Tarzan,’ she said as she was now certain she was dreaming. His braids lay over his big brawn shoulders with two feathers that hung from his left braid. The Indian held the torch high as he reached to his hip. He pulled out a ten-dollar bill and offered it to Lynn. ‘I am not a prostitute if that’s…’ The Indian reached and stuck it in.