Later in the day, I was relaxing in the living room while reading a magazine and sipping some iced tea when I heard a familiar voice in my head. I gla...ced around to see who had spoken, but quickly realized I had only imagined it. At first I ignored it and went back to my magazine.But the voice came back, and I recognized it this time. It was my father, and he was definitely not in the room with me. He had been dead for ten years already. But it was his voice for a certainty."Melanie..." he. When was the last time she washed this thing? If thisis what all the other girls look and smell like down there, then I'mglad I never got this close before. Oh man, I'm going to gag," hethought."Come on, get going. I want to feel that tongue and those lips of yoursworking. I want ya to make me squirm in pleasure or I'm going to beatya ass some more," she demanded.If the smell was bad the taste and texture were even worse. As histongue plunged hesitantly into her cavity, he tasted a. My head pops up, and I hear myself tell him not to stop, that I need more. He tells me that I'm going to get more, and as he says this I feels the head of his dick pressed up against my asshole. I feel it tighten in fear as I'm not sure that I can handle all of him.That doesn't stop him though, and he shoves my head back into her thighs and continues to push against my asshole, forcing his cock inside of me. I hear myself cry out a bit, but it's muffled by her pussy, and as the pain turns to. "There are plenty of people at our favorite resort who aren't good-looking in the Hollywood sense but are beautiful inside. And that's where beauty really counts, after all. Not that exterior beauty isn't nice too," she grinned and nodded at her. "Why don't you go talk to Tom's friends? I'm sure that they'd like to tell you about their favorite nudist experiences." Ah, thank you, Barbara and Mitchell," Ayame said. "You are very nice." Yeah, thanks, too," Roger said. "I really appreciate your.