"The 'shower shack?'" Megan asked, tentatively.We hustled the three down to a fairly basic structure located near the start of the trailer sites. Not ...eally a shack, it consisted of a concrete slab with drainage, covered by a roof supported in a post-and-beam manner, with about twenty shower heads dangling from the open ceiling. The closest thing to walls was a single three-foot wall with a shelf wide and stable enough to hold your soap and shampoo, and another three-foot wall at the far end. Two more guys on a smaller hill closer to the valley she usually flew over. They had a modified Russian SA-7. Then me and Cesar, we was in a little clump of trees down in the valley. We was, you might say, the catchers.It's just past nine o'clock at night. There's a three-quarter moon and no clouds. The spotters call in. "She's coming." That's all.Me and Cesar look over toward the hills, and sure enough, there's a shadow moving in the sky, coming our way. You can't tell at that point what it. ”“And imagining not just being on your dad lap being stroked, but actually being inside you? Sitting on his rigid cock, firmly planted inside your pussy? Also know that I will be doing the same to your mom?”“Oh, god, Tim! Yes, I want that. Watching this with my parents is so wicked. So erotic. I need it to go even further.”Tim took over, “Jack and Barb, we’re going to switch partners. Barb, mom, I want you to switch with Michele and join me here. Michele will take your place with her father.”My. She gave Robert a big kiss and started to laugh. “Oh the poor dear! His face when Mel shouted hello was a picture. He couldn’t carry on. Finished him with a BJ.” “Thought you tasted creamy,” said Robert. “Hello, darling! Good day at college?” “Erm, yes Mummy, it was. Have you had a good fuck?” “Fun, but only a six. I’ve done us a chicken casserole for tea. Will that be okay?” “Lovely, Mummy,” said Melissa. “Mummy, I hope I didn’t spoil your afternoon by coming home a bit early?” “Not at all,.