David’s work paid him well; he was very affluent where money was concerned. Trouble was his work took up too much of his time. “Sounds cool! I cou...d get an even tan!” Emma chuckled, knowing as to how brown she’d get with her fathers colouring.“Not nude?” David mused.“Why not, if we go somewhere where the beach is sparse!” Emma implied.“We’ll have see! I’m the only one to see your body” “Spoilsport!” Emma chuckled.When Emma got home she was full of her proposed holiday. Her father had a great. He laughed again when I stayed clenched and moved on to my thighs.His hands working every inch of muscle in my thigh. I relaxed again a little because it felt amazing again. His hands would "accidentally" grazing all the way up my thigh. He said oops the first couple times and it was just brief and moved his hand away. The more he did it the longer his hand stand all the way up between my thighs. His teasing hands got my cock rock solid. It was painful because it was bent. So I lifted up my ass. Oh shit he said. Quick I have a cloth in the kitchen, run it under the tap and try and clean it said Beth. Ian tried and said no its not working its just getting them wetter and messier. Well you can’t sit in those all night. Whip them off and I’ll stick them in the washing machine and then dry them. They will be fine in the morning. No no said Ian it will be fine, Ill chuck them tomorrow, need some new jeans anyway. Don’t be silly said Beth you’ll be fine sat there in your boxers, or. . nothing.He had slept better than he could have imagined – he had expected nightmares, at the least. I guess all that practice at the archery butts paid off, he mused as he slowly got dressed. It had been a strange experience, yet somehow so calming, standing next to someone and firing arrow after arrow, not even looking to see where he’d hit, trusting his aim and losing himself in the rhythm. It reminded him of cold mornings as a child when he’d escape outside to practice rather than listen.