Lynette watched intently as my face reflected the release. I mouthed, “Oh God,” and almost stopped moving as the climax started, then I started tr...sting again, prolonging the moment. The pressure of my first spurt was almost a surprise to her as her face changed and then settled back to what I’d been used to as her pussy was filled with my seed. I relaxed and slumped into her arms and she held me tight, pulling me as close as she could and letting me know it was okay to stay inside her. My. "Why are you still hard, Dad? Haven't you seen enough? Does it excite you to see us assaulted like this?" Cara, it isn't that. I have moved my family out of this picture in my mind. This isn't happening to us, it is some other people." Yeah, that's great for you, Dad, because it isn't you that just was forced to have sex in front of your family. And it's not you who is about to have her vagina ripped open by some degenerate madman on the floor of a summer cottage. That's fine Dad. You stay hard. I asked if she had her things packed. She just nodded and it felt like we were going for a normal day at a beach, except I had a tripod and she knew I like to use it to set up a camera with an interval timer function. Once in the car I asked her for directions rather than bluntly saying which beach, which left an air of mystery and took off any pressure. Cutting to the chase, we arrived at a parking lot with a few cars and a path leading off along the coast, (I was hoping to our nude beach.)We. I was so happy.The 'spare' guy had wandered off, so it was just a group of couples on a quiet beach kissing and enjoying each other's bodies.It was getting late, so I mentioned that I'd need to get going, but the guy said he'd walk with me to the bus stop. I didn't want to dress as I felt so good, so I just stuffed my things into my bag and walked along the beach with him, still in just the bikini thong. As we got nearer the beach entrance there was a wooded area and he kissed me and then led.