"I mean, I know you masturbated the other day when we went sailing" she admitted."I found some semen on the floorboards in the bathroom." I was buste.... Now how do I get out of it?My mind was buzzing, not sure what to do.Then April straddled my lap and put her hands on my shoulders.Instinctively I put my hands on her hips."It's OK dad," she continued. "I'm' sure you watched me masturbate as well, and I'm alright with that, since I was thinking of you at the time.”I was in disbelief. I wasn't. Then fate stepped in, and it was because I, like my dad, and like his fellow teacher and onetime bowling friend, Mr Tallman, had taken up bowling and bowled on two teams in fall leagues."Kent, you are from Henderson, aren't you?" asked one of my team bowlers, like the despised Mr Irwin Irish, but, unlike Mr Irwin, he was someone I respected and admired. Not sure why he asked, I truthfully answered "Yes". Soon I learned why—the state's bowling association was holding its 100th annual tournament. I reached down between my legs and fingered my clit. I brought my hand up and Okey sucked the juices off my fingers. I reached down between my legs again and gently guided his hard cock into my wet pussy. I could feel every inch of his thick 9 inches filling my tight pussy. I started to bounce up and down on his lap very slowly. Okey kept on sucking my nipples and kissing my chest. I grabbed the back of his head and started to bounce on his knees faster. Every inch of his thick cock was. When they found it wouldn’t start he would get their attention with a couple of arrows to spook them. Casey doubted it would work but he hoped to scare them and then offer to return the coil so they could leave. Of course they would have to let Dixie go first. Casey loaded the shotgun with slugs, which gave him a range of about 150 feet. If things get hairy I want more firepower than the bow will give me, he thought. He took one other item from the locker, another thing he’d brought home with.