Dad had run and taken a shower and I smelled his soap and deodorant. It was wonderful and I loved how he smelled.“I really am sorry, Dad,” I said....“I shouldn’t have told Suzanne about the coupons.”“You know why I was so disappointed right?”“Because I did something after you told me not to. And you trusted me when I said I wouldn’t. And trust is more important than anything.”“It is. What would happen if I couldn’t trust you?”“We wouldn’t be close anymore, and I would be really sad.”“I’d be. His body was lithe and a dark sun kissed brown, his arms and legs were covered by thick black hair but his torso was smooth. Spanish? Greek? A strip of black hair led down from his navel to the base of one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen.A good 10 inches in length and very thick, it curved up to his six-pack like a scimitar. The large deep reddish-purple of the mushroom head glistened with pre-cum in the sunlight. Large balls hung below this monster, shaved and oiled.He stopped in front of. I get the fullness I want inside me for my explosion and I muffle a scream back with my hands. I know that Derrick is still passed out on our hammock. No one wants to be woken by a scream, passionate or not. Thrusting himself out of me, he angles his cock against my pink star-fished asshole. He's wet and slippery and it gives him just enough lubrication to enter me. He doesn't take his time and pushes into me as I let out a moan. My fingernails dig into his forearms while he begins to move in. .And don't forget how thirsty losing makes you," giggled Karen, referring to the mandatory shot of tequila a losing hand always brought. Andrea balled up and discarded her stocking and accepted the proffered drink. We'd all been drunk in each other's presence at one time or another and never to a bad result. But I began to worry that, should one of us get sloppy drunk now, it would divert this little lust train from the depot."Maybe we could skip the loser's shot," I began. Thinking I was.