His dick was turning a bit purple.“What the fuck?” the girl asked.One of the female lifeguards, of the four that were now standing back just on th... edge of the landscaping with cameras, handed me a bar of soap. It was a bar of that cheap hotel hand soap, but larger. I shoved that in her mouth. I then proceeded to spank her ass as her screams got muffled by it. I spanked all the nine girls, and none of them were going to be able to sit down on their asses for the rest of the day. Six of the nine. ..", Lisa mumbled through the haze of her lust.Philip set up an amazing pace despite the incredible tightness of his daughter's vagina gripping his immense cock. Lisa felt her father pull three-quarters of his giant cock length only to shove it in a blaze of rapid successive fucking motion.With each passing thrust Philip felt his daughter's pussy loosening to his massive size and successive entry became that much more fluid and easy. Lisa cried with desire repeatedly.She could not believe she. ‘Yeah whatever you pick out will be fine. But no beans, I don’t like them.’ ‘Ok.’ Isabel then dried her face and put on fresh make up. And walked out of the bathroom where the food was waiting. Isabel sat in the chair that Derrin had pulled out for her. Chicken, salad and some sort of chocolate thing were on the cart. ‘Sorry it’s not the most romantic, but what can a person do with just hotel food?’ Isabel looked up. Did he just say romantic? But before she could say anything, Derrin. Her own mother, John Barrett's widow, sprawled nakedly across the bedspread like a central character in some five-dollar porno movie... pot-bellied, balding Jerry Marlowe hunched over her, his head stuffed between her lewdly-splayed thighs, his back arching and bobbing as he salaciously licked and sucked there at the banquet-table of her naked loins! Even now, over the pounding rhythms of the rock music from her radio, she could still hear, in that private inner ear of her mind, the wetly.