We left Paul’s mansion but never made it back to the May’s house.My phone rang. It was Mitch. “Mitch, I told you Fran and I only have a few days...to enjoy our boyfriend ... We had plans for the nude beach ... Seriously? ... He might like that. I will disconnect and call you back in a few minutes.”Fran asked, “What the fuck what that all about?”“Rick, that was Mitch, the owner of RITC. He has the cruise line contract for the nude beach tour and he just found out that his tour guides are unable to. Lynn demanding breakfast. Lynn demanding oral sex while she ate. Daddy always had Lynn at night, and Jenny in the morning, so he was satisfied by the time breakfast was served. Mary serving breakfast, humming happy tunes while Liz and Les cooked. This morning Jenny couldn’t be bothered with it. She didn’t want breakfast or sexual favors. Mary, Lynn, and her were now into the second trimester, and the sickness had passed. She was going to enjoy this morning, doing something useful, but fun. . She didn't care what she said, or how filthy she talked. It was as if she'd taken a drug, a drug that kept her perpetually horny. Her pussy and asshole throbbed, aching to be stuffed with more hard cock.A large, shiny car with tinted windows pulled over to the side of the road just ahead of them and the two girls scampered up to it. The side window hummed down, revealing a paunchy, middle-aged man behind the wheel. The man looked older than either of the girls' fathers, and his perspiring face. "Oh Harry." she moaned, "don't tease me." He flicked his tongue across her clit again and again. She arched her back as she felt the waves wash over her, calling his name. He slid his tongue inside her feeling the contractions, pulsing, gripping his tongue.As she sighed and her body became still, he drank from her, licking and sucking. Savouring every drop, breathing in her scent.She smiled.PART TWO - Lighting the slow burning fire She hadn't failed to notice the huge bulge in his jeans as he.