God, she was horny! My m0ther was jerking my cock and ramming her tongue down my throat. m0m lifted her hips and let Dad's limp cock fall out of her c...m-filled cunt. I pulled away from my m0m and looked over at my ded, kind of asking for his permission, I guess. "Don't mind me," he grinned. "Looks like your m0ther's horny cunt needs more cock that I can provide right now. Go ahead and fuck her, s0n! I'll just watch for a while." Without needing any further encouragement, I flipped her over onto. He moved there quickly at a trot, and in no time had selected five slim, straight and strong lengths of the yam stalks, each about two-arm length. Then squatting on the ground, he began to sharpen the ends of the stalks into spears with his hunting knife. He worked fast, the name, Nduka, running through his mind like a litany… Shortly, he was crouched behind the nearest tree to the clearing, waiting for the right moment to move in and strike. His head was bent, his body tense as he listened. With a smile, ear to ear I sped down the road until I got to the exact same spot I had found just the day before. Looking around and again there was no one in site. Collecting my things, I locked the car and went down to the water where I lay my blanket and once again gazed out into the water. Every now and then looking up and down the beach hoping, wanting so badly to see the man that seems to be consuming my every thought. I sat there for an hour and nothing, and then I lie down on my. My eyes followed. Then she walked up to me and flicked my nose.“Let’s go swim boy.”And we did. We both leaped in. Diving and cannonballing. Racing and swimming. And eventually it degraded into chasing and copping feels. And everything ended up with her pressed against the side of the pool with me holding her there. My arms on each side of her. Our faces so close together and yet too far.“Please?” I asked.“No,” she laughed.She pushed me away and swam to the other side of the pool. She got out.