One thing we did do was talk a lot about sex: Who we’d been with, what positions, etc.Fully in my daydream, memories of a beach barbeque started flo...ding in. I can’t remember how the situation arose, but it seemed all the teens were playing some sort of hide and seek game. In the darkness of the nearly empty beach, I had found myself hiding between two small fishing boats, lying on the cool sand. Claire found my little spot and needed to hide herself, so she squeezed in next to me. There wasn’t. My daddy was speaking softly through the phone to me. "Aw, did my sweet baby girl come for her daddy?" he cooed to me. I wasn't sure if he had orgasmed with me, but at the moment I couldn't care less; I was too winded to think about him getting off. I couldn't even give some tort quip at calling me a baby. He knew that I would cry at how good he could make me feel and he would always make fun of me for it. If I hadn't been out of breath at the time I would have told him that 15-year-old. Sloane gently massaged her ass with his hand and she was soon feeling the heat in her loins. She was becoming aroused from his touch. She got off his lap and rubbed her aching backside. She had no inention of making Sloane angry again.Martina apologized to Sloande and waited for his orders. He had taken the little bitch down a peg or two and that was good. He had the girl lift up her skirt with her hands and show him her white panties.Sloane made her parade around the room with her skirt held. There was no more rooster to crow at sunrise but you could always feel the warmth of the Georgia Sun as it shone through the windows of the stately plantation and knew it was time to wake up. I was surprised to feel instead a cold bucket of water across my face in my bed.I squawked and saw Madame standing over me with bucket. “Cease your prattle, you’ll wake the spirits of the dead.”“This was absolutely unnecessary!” I insisted that pouring water on me was beyond the pale.“I had tried to gently.