" Night."I had made the swim team earlier in the year (before school started); tennis was for fun, but swimming brought out the competitive streak in ...e. Even though the season doesn't start for another two months, the coach had given us keys to the indoor Olympic-sized pool for round-the-clock access. It certainly made it convenient for me to go for a dip whenever the urge struck me.Another good thing about swimming (as compared to, oh, tennis) is that you have time to sort out your thoughts. Few hours later while finishing up reading and listening to the rain, I start getting ready to go into my tent. Did I not take two steps and I see a canoe coming towards my site. I thought it was a little late but I have seen it before. I continue heading to my camp site and I see the person waving to me. I go down to the landing and the canoe approaches the landing.What stepped out of the canoe was a young lady, maybe 5'3, 130 pounds, soaked to her underwear, no rain jacket, a brunette with. She stood about 5' 4" deliciously thick with huge ass and tits. "Well Mr. Earl" she asked,"whatcha think?" "Very sexy" I walked up to her and kissed her deeply. I picked her up and carried her to the living room. "Wow" she giggled. "No guy ever picked me up before". I grinned and said "sweetie, no guy is going to do you like I'm going to". "Talk's cheap" she shot back. With that, I pulled her t-shirt and shorts off. Her nipples hardened as I sucked on them. My fingers explored her soft mound. My mind was spinning, trying to remember what my girl had instructed me to do. Would eating Dad's ass give him as much pleasure as eating Cassie's pussy had given her? Well, there was one way to find out! I knelt between my father's tree-trunk legs. Even before I spread those hairy, fabulous cheeks, I could definitely smell that Dad hadn't cleaned himself in awhile; but he didn't ask and I didn't tell—I just went to work like a good boy. Again, the contrast with Cassie's cute, perfumed pussy.