No dirty messages. Perhaps I should send one myself, then? I feel like texting Sophie, telling her I’ve had rough sex with the two workmen. I giggle...at the thought. She might just believe it – and be a bit shocked – and very curious. Yes, damn it – I’ll do it! I open iMessage and start typing:“Hi Sophie...”“Excuse me.”I look up. The Turk stands in the doorway smiling tactfully at me. Yes – he really is a bit of a hunk.“We’re done,” he says. “Just go back to what you were doing.”The Viking. "Yeah, daddy, cum for me, I want it; I want your hot cum!" I heard Ron growl, hearing his girlfriend talk so nasty, and Diane grunted. And then my balls clenched and my cock exploded, shooting the first blast onto my daughter's lips and nose, and she hissed a deep breath as the second shot launched up her face, across her eye to her forehead. "Fuck, yeah, cum on my face, daddy, give me that hot cum!" she called out as the remaining pulses shot onto her pretty face, her mouth open now, my cum. But she hadn’t realized he wanted her as well. At least, not as obviously as she realized it now. Granted, she’d had men want her before. She might be considered naïve by some standards, but she wasn’t completely innocent. But Jack wasn’t just another guy. Their lips met for a brief moment, his tongue slipping between his lips to be met hesitantly by hers. They tasted each other for the shortest second, if it had even been that long. But in that half-second, she felt the heat pool between her. I had an early dinner in town, then returned to my tent early.I stopped in at the RV park's office, showing them the library books and asking them if I could keep all but two of them in their office rather than my tent, for safety, and also to make even more people aware of my commitment to be a good citizen. I'd gotten books out on the real Ron Fisher's worst school subjects because the image I was going for was someone trying to make good on his deficiencies.As much as I wanted to, it.