On this particular occasion that I'm going to describe I was at a motel in a large southern city, located in the transient side of town and it was a h...t summer night. I had spent the evening quite uneventfully to the point that I decided to go skinny dipping in the pool which was, as is often the case late in the evening, poorly lit and not really visible to too many rooms or the office. I undressed in my room and left for the pool with nothing but the towel wrapped around me and my key in my. “Daddy, do you want to flood Mom’s womb with that or blow it all over her tits and mine? If you do that, we can both lick it off each other while you watch. You do want to see me eat Mom’s pussy, don’t you?”With an agonizing groan, Mark somehow managed to pull his entire length out of his wife’s desperately clinging cunt and get the spout pointed to the valley with four peaks, where his daughter’s smaller, but perfect, tits met his wife’s larger and still perfect set, before hosing them. Each one of my touches caused her to moan as if it was the first time she had ever been touched in that particular spot. Her blouse came off, and her bra. I laid her down on the couch and pushed a jeans-clad thigh up between her legs, pressed it against her bare cunt and started to grind into her while kissing her with more and more passion before I began trailing my lips and tongue down her body, kissing and licking her nipples, little feather-light kisses down her torso. I pulled her skirt up. Feedback and comments are very welcome. )(Edit: Comments help me decide what to focus on when writing so if you like a particular chain that can help it get continued. Plus contributions are always welcome.)It's always cold when you wake up. You're not sure if it's because the ship is conserving power or its captain just likes the temperature low but you know its soon to be time for action again. The Code of Conflict was written two centuries ago to make conflict more civilized in the wake of.