He emerged with his satchel in his hand, emptied of it's entire content. "I can't believe I forgot to pack my bathing suit," he said. He could have ...mprovised something to take its place but I kept my suggestion to myself and offered: "I guess we'll have to skinny dip." "Would that bother you to see your dad naked?" "I've seen you naked before. Remember our showers together?" "Sure I remember. I thought you would have forgotten them." "I never will," I said and took the initiative and. "What's up Mom?" She turned towards me and smiled, showing her small white teeth."Are you fully comfortable with your body?" I asked my younger, better me.Quizzened, she looked at me wondering, "Why do you ask?" I just want to make sure ever thing is alright with my Baby Girl." She got up from her deck chair and taking a couple of steps came over and sat on my lap. She wrapped an arm behind my neck and leaned her head against mine. I couldn't help but notice the soft smell of her. Sure, he'd heard the old jokes about the milk man, the delivery man or the meter man being greeted at the door by a beautiful, half-dressed, horny woman, but this was the first time anything like it had happened to him. He'd become a skeptic, in fact, about the truth of any of those stories.Edging through the door, Nick stuck out a cautious hand to stroke the big German shepherd who stood close at his mistress' heels. "Sure sounds good, ma'am... the coffee, I mean," he managed to blurt out once. It was coming, the tide churning up inside them both. He could feel his balls drawing up tight against his body, and the familiar tingle that started at the base of his spine before it rushed to his balls and through his body. He roared and lunged forward as she opened up to him. Her slick walls were holding on to him, milking his dick hard and wetly, trying to get his sperm out of him. He bent his head down and slid his tongue into her mouth, too desperate to linger over the kiss. His hips.