We crossed the hall and knocked on their door exactly at 7:00. Josh told us that it would only be the three of us as Franklin had an appointment. He c...uld possibly join us later. I looked around their place and was amazed at how much had been done in just a few days. While at dinner I told Josh how great the place looked. He seemed to appreciate it."I decorated it myself," he told us. "Of course I'm an interior designer so it's my thing. What else would you expect a gay man to work at?" He. I considered it as an opportunity to show off myself. I walked in a seductive way. Everybody looked at me and were like woooow!!WE all rushed to the sea we played a lot with one another. I was enjoying the water games it was good to see that Ayesha was no longer shy to her dad and was enjoying. In fact, they had touched each other unintentionally but both were quite comfortable with it.We enjoyed in the sea until it was turning dark then we lied down on the beach. We had carried other inners so. I shot at least a dozen times in great arcs. Streams of pearl white spunk landed on dad’s still wet boots as I continued to unload my nuts on his leather. I finally slowed down and milked both our cocks slow and hard for any more. I glanced up, his cock still in my mouth as his sperm ran out the sides of my mouth. Dad was standing there looking down at me with a smile on his face and a Marlboro burning in his mouth. He took a long drag and said, “Fuck, son! You really know how to suck a man’s. Mr. Smither poured his tea from the cup into the saucer and blew over the top, and then brought it to his lips. He slurped and belched loudly. Mrs. Smither stared at the old, ugly figure as her finger twirled inside her ear trying to dislodge something bothering her."Too bad that boy won't be around," Mrs. Smither said, her eyes going vacant as she reminisced. "He had a nice hard cock. Not like the wimpy one I'm used to." Well, I'll miss that blonde cheerleader's tight wet pussy. I'm stuck with.