I lie there for a while regaining my composure from the powerful orgasm. At least I did not get his bed all wet, well at least yet, I thought as I put...the pictures and the toy back away into his drawer just the way I had found them. I walked into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. While I was in there I heard John’s front door open.“Wow your place looks lovely,” Kim said.“Have a seat and I will get some glasses for the bottle of wine you brought with you,” John replied.I peeked out and saw Kim. And I should say that, apparently, her enthusiasm at inventing a new word waned. She never used that word again and, thankfully, its brief exposure to the light of day was forgotten for all time.While spending the better part of four hours "riding" in the forest appeared to satisfy the woman's craving for carnal pleasure, it only moved a portion of her plans forward. I was told to stay near her chambers that evening, as she might have need of me.As stated before, the bits of the puzzle. All of a sudden he cramped, gasped, then convulsed. The streams of cum gushing from the end of his cock coated my hand and dripped to the floor. When he stopped quivering I stepped away, avoiding his eyes I wiped my hand on my gown then hurried back to my room. I couldn't sleep. I was ashamed of what I’d done. I was thrilled at what I’d done. The shape and size of my father's erection lingered on my fingertips, I studied the large wet smear on my nightgown wondering if I could touch him. I was real quiet that day. My dream conversation with Stan and Hank was replaying in my head most of the day. I'm not even sure where the tour went, but I do recall walking around in a big house, and through some gardens, and there was a river mixed in there too.Ron and I had dinner with Connie and Jack. We went back to the guys' room to talk, but we moved on to our room, since it was nicer. We talked for a while; then decided to play word games again.Connie complained that the way we played.