“ I did not want to disturb you but now I can get out to have a pee.” She said. She threw back the doona and got up, “ I need a pee” I said as...I got up. Naked and together we stepped out of the tent, it was still raining but very light, the ground was wet everywhere except under the tarp. She moved onto the wet ground, turned round to face me and slightly squatted and she started to pee. “ Come on, I thought you wanted a pee as well.” She watched as I stood on the dry ground under the tarp and. “I’m sorry I didn't mean it daddy” and with that she moved toward me and began to push me back on the bed laying on top of me. Her tits pressed against my chest as we lay there kissing very deeply. When I had entered, I saw her fair skin through those sheer panties making my cock hard immediately and with her laying on top of me my hands began to massage those white cheeks as we kissed. Then I slid one hand into the back of her panties my finger going between her crack. Oh man I couldn't. We needn’t have worried. The minute the tip of his cock opened up my pussy, I was in heaven. That beautiful, familiar feeling as he slid slowly inside me sent shivers of arousal throughout my entire body.These days, we rarely fuck in the missionary position, but back then, we were still in that mindset that a good, old-fashioned fuck meant the man goes on top. Nothing wrong with that, by the way. Just because it isn’t inventive or clever doesn’t mean it can’t feel good.And boy, did it ever feel. ’ Reece was aware of the reasoning behind Simon’s request, even if he hadn’t been an employee of DeMille six years before. David Atkins became obsessed with Cassandra during her freshman year of the fashion program at the University of Georgia. Atkins kidnapped her at the beginning of her sophomore year, squirreling her away in his parent’s basement for nearly a week. Somehow she had fought her way free and was found stumbling down the streets of Athens in pieces crafted by Atkins of her own.