Cadence held her dick against her mother's soaked hole and thrust forward, burying her large dick inside her in one push.Samantha screamed out in plea...ure as she felt her daughter's dick plow into her cunt. Cadence moaned as she felt her mother's pussy gripping her shaft. She still couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be fucking her own mother. A few days ago, the idea would have repulsed her. But now, thanks to her cock, she found herself open to all kinds of sexual experiences.Cadence held. Forever and always."I sat speechless, staring at her. There was that "L" word, out in the open, spoken at last between us. I had wanted to say it before this, but the time or place had never seemed right."I love you, Sammi," I said, standing up and wrapping her in my arms.She sobbed a little and said, "I didn't know. I was so afraid you wouldn't feel the same way." I do, I do," I said, searching for her lips and melting into her.The passion grew quickly and I undressed her bit by bit, ribbon by. Transfixed I just stood and stared. This place was beautiful. Slowly I moved towards him, wary, that there might be some catch.He just sat down, pulled a thermos and a cooler bag from the depth of the rucksack. “I've got coffee, food. You can go for a swim if you like. The water over there is not as cold as one might think.” He pointed to the washout. And that was it. “Thank you.” Overwhelmed as I was, I forgot the 'Sir'. Smiling he nodded, lay back and closed his eyes.Suddenly insecure again I. Then we would dream together.Each night the dream would be the same as before. The beach. The sandcastles. Each night I would show Simone a different set of faces in my collection. Some, like Gertie and Mac, she liked and she would try to touch them with her fingers. Pieces of the sand from them would cling to her delicate fingers and she would scurry back to her own castle and brush the tiny shiny grains into her own mixture of faces, mixing in the sands of my memories of them into her.