Shewanted to be feminine for him so she was wearing pink satin and lacepanties, a matching suspender belt, long black stockings, red highheelsand an o...en black satin robe.She met him at the door that way and he took her in his arms and kissedher all the way to the bedroom where he lowered her on her huge bed.Cassie wanted to be made love to like a woman; she was tired of being theaggressor and Dale picked up on the nuance.He took his time, kissing her softly at first, tentatively slipping. Clint cupped Sean’s arm, ‘Maybe the next time I see you, we can play the game. How does that sound?’ Sean’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. When Clint looked her way, she mouthed the words, ‘THANK YOU.’ The look he gave back almost took her breath. His eyes seemed to be able to touch her, because every part of her body tingled in response, which, evidently, he knew. He grinned widely and winked at her. That wink helped to reaffirm her decision to avoid men like Clinton Davis. Mentally, she. "Let's keep the food and the coolers in the truck just in case there are any animals looking for food. That way we won't loose our stash." OK, that seems like a good idea. Patty, can I go down to the lake for a swim now or do you want to eat lunch first?" Naw, let take a dip and get cooled off after all this hard work, then we can eat."We both went into the tent to change into our swimsuits. "Well we are going to be living very close for the next week so we don't have to be all that modest. You. I flinched from it even as another wave of delight rippled out of my bowels, making my entire body twitch.My toes curled.“Such a wicked Daddy,” I gasped. “Ooh, playing with your daughter’s asshole.”“Such a dirty, yummy hole, my sweetling,” he groaned between licks. “But perfect. Just like your mother’s. You are her reborn.”I shuddered at that, wanting to shout out I wasn’t Mother. That he couldn’t do this. But I didn’t. Not when my treasonous pussy craved his cock so much. When my whorish.