I hold you high, my cock straight up, pointing directly where you want it. You look down at me, into my eyes, your hair wet and flowing under the wate..., your pussy, just as wet from anticipation, and start to wimper, almost begging for it. You can feel me lowering you, bringing you down inch by inch.... just feeling the tip of my hardness press gently on your slit, finding its place where it belongs. Gently teasing you, until, mmm there it is, the perfect spot where you can feel the tip of my. I thought to myself. I pointed it out to him and started tracing it with my finger as he grabbed food.. The few family members that saw thought of it as ‘us little kids playing around’ but I thought of it as a way to make him feel good and want more. He was grabbing pork when my hand slid up his leg. He dropped the pork and it fell on his shirt and lap making a mess. I grinned knowing he did it because of what I did to him.“Tabitha, go bring him to the bathroom and help him clean up.!” My dad. "There was a next time and even a third. A half hour later, Bob bent Maria over the side rail and pounded into her from the rear. This gave him a chance to grab hold of her tits as they dangled and swayed over the side like two large water balloons. Bob went on much longer this time to Maria's satisfaction and his redemption. The third time, Bob finished in her mouth. Maria washed it down with the last of her rum drink.Becky was back at the pool. She was alone with the Spaniard. They swam, had. A couple of genital correct newborn baby dolls, a children’s picture book about sexuality, and a realistic dildo.Not certain I’ll produce the dildo into evidence, but it’s a better option than displaying my own cock, if the need arises.If I were a drinker, I’d take a stiff belt now. But, I’m not, and smelling whiskey on my breath might make this more traumatic for the kids rather than lessening the outrage done already.Knock, knock. Flor opens the door. Bebe is seated on the bed center, holding.