It’s a little weird that I didn’t think of it as mine by that point, but it still resounded with impressions of my father. I felt closest to him a...d who he was here, even more than I had at our childhood home or the prison where the man as he became was incarcerated.Located off I25, their boat and RV storage helped keep the block our unit was in out of sight. That wasn’t a major concern, but I was happy to take whatever ancillary benefits I could. Once I was sure that no one was looking, I went. I worked my finger up and down her clit and onto the wet pink flesh of her inner cunt lips. She was panting and deep in lust as she began to cum a second time. She trembled and groaned as she went over the top and i felt her pussy become soaking wet and i realized she was peeing as she came. She began to cry as she came her bladder was emptying on myself and her. I could tell she was trying to stop when i kissed her and told her it was great and to let go and cum. She pressed her head. The only thing I could not do because of the time was check in with the Moms and Dads. That would have to wait until day break. At 4 I finally gave up and went back to bed. I crawled easily back in bed with Lorrie and held her tight. I fell back to sleep listening to her breathe.It was a little after 6 when the house came alive with morning showers and coffee brewing. I text both Dad's to make sure everyone had a quiet night. The Dad's were always up first. You know the coffee and sports pages. When I enter I am momentarily overwhelmed by the hot air and seductive music that seems to never end. Its now after hours so hes alone in the studio, getting ready to tattoo my back. Over the months when I couldnt decide on the final design for my back tattoo weve become quite close, always sharing ideas and teasing each other. Now hes smiling crookedly at me and saying: I was afraid you changed your mind. Never, I reply with a wink. When I take off my coat he grunts with annoyance: Do you.