She preferred being alone in the wilderness with her parents instead of typical birthday parties. At night, she would be in her sleeping bag right bet...een her parents. She loved being close to them so. They would tell stories or sing silly little songs together as she fell asleep.“Good night, my little Kay!” her father would say as her eyes closed. Her mom would kiss her forehead just as she had done since she was a child.But one day, while Kayle was in History class, the principal came in. First time I saw her in a t-shirt, full sports pant instaed of her kurta-payjama, and she was look gorgeous. I complimented her; she smiled and sat on the other side of the bed. I made an excuse and went inside the washroom again. My suspicion was right. After seeing her, I had realized that she was not wearing a bra and there it was, her usual white bra hanging from the nail. I grabbed it and put it on my erect dick, licked it and smelt it. Sweet smell of her breast was on it. I wanted the. I could not breathe while the semen squirted from me.In my turn I collapsed onto her. I rested on my forearms and we stared at each other in wonder. We said nothing; we smiled into each other's eyes, and inside her I stayed for a good five minutes before my wilting erection slipped from her. I moved to her side, she cuddled into me and we slept.It was dark when we awoke. We ate in the hotel and went for a short walk round the district in the dark. Some of it seemed familiar but that was as far. “You said you would lick me Mommy.” came the sweet, and now somehow sexy voice.I nodded “Yes baby, Mommy’s going to make you happy tonight.”As I lowered my head, smelling the musky scent of my sweet girl, while my boy did his best to pound my pussy from behind me, I thought of what had brought me here.I had been horny all week, nothing seemed to help. I was never very good at satisfying myself, I could get off, but those orgasms never kept my labido at bay for long. When I got horny, I tended.