.. He called it what it was: incest. It wasn't exactly sex, but it was still wrong. Worse, he remembered what he'd been thinking at the time. His face...heated at the memory.They finished their meal and walked across the street to the hotel. He worked up the nerve to say something, but lost the thread when she smiled at him. She looked so beautiful, so innocent. She didn't look like the girl--the woman, he corrected--who had given him a handjob earlier. She looked like what she was: a teenager. She was sure that Wanda would not believe her but would still be a good audience.The ladies thought it would be fun and refreshing to take advantage of the summer weather. They planned to ride bicycles to the city park near Wanda’s apartment. They met at the apartment and rode off together. They planned to make an afternoon of it, so naturally Wanda packed a bottle of wine and some glasses. They found a nice secluded spot where not much foot traffic would pass by and broke out the wine. Wanda. "Oh baby" was all I could manage as she kissed my neck."I've got her panties on daddy" she whispered, "They're right up in my cunt, all wet and juicy from her cunt and her pee daddy"I swung off the road sharply, almost throwing her out of her seat and bumped down a narrow dirt track into some trees. She was on me even as I pulled the handbrake on, straddling me, her back pressed against the steering wheel, her hands scrabbling at my zip."Yes daddy oh yes fuck me, fuck me" she came as I entered. Karen rose up and looked back in the direction of Caroline's eyes and saw Bob and me. She screamed a blood curdling scream and fell off the bed, hitting the Armoire on the way down. At least it stopped her screaming. Bob stood frozen in place while I walked to the end of the bed. Karen had begun to pick herself up and was bizarrely trying to cover her large breasts and pubic area with her hands and arms. Caroline had rolled to the other side of the bed and was scrambling for her clothes."A bit.