He reached up and slipped his hand between her smooth thighs.“Oh my Cathy you’re wet already” he said as his fingers parted her bald cunt lips a...d felt for her clit.When he found it she moaned.“Good girl, come for me sweetie then daddy can get his cock into you”.It wasn’t long before Cathy was squealing with pleasure at her dads attentions and she screamed with pleasure as she came off and arched her back.“Lie down along the couch sweetie” he told her” then open those lovely legs as wide as you. ‘There is a store a couple of blocks over where you can get a new bra and t-shirt. I would even be happy to pay for them, since I am the pig that cannot look where he is going,’ he said with a smirk. ‘You are terrible,’ she said throwing the bra at him and struggling not to smile at him, because of the absurdity of the situation, his unlooked for kindness and just how attractive she found him at that moment. She did not want to lead him on and give him the wrong idea when she herself was so. I was wearing silk boxer shorts and a dress shirt with the sleeves ripped off. One problem with being a castaway is that you don't get to select the outfit you're going to wear. When the whole ruckus had started, we had been enjoying a formal dinner on board our cruise ship. Cindy had dressed up in a tight little black sheath that was totally impractical for rowing a lifeboat, or for any activity more vigorous than lifting a fork to her mouth. I had been wearing a beautifully-cut gabardine wool. " And what are we going to be doing a few minutes from now?" she asked with a little giggle."Probably about the same thing," he laughed, hugging her tightly against him as they went on into their bedroom.After they had eaten and returned from the kitchen, Matt again sat on one of the couches in his suite's sitting room with Courtney and Bridget snuggled against him. His cock had been erect so long it hurt no matter how he adjusted it in his pants. In her prolonged excitement, milk from.