" she screamed out loud, a nurse dropped a tray of surgical instruments, another one dropped a bedpan and everyone in the ward turned to look at me."H...'S AWAKE!"It was her hand that I'd felt in my dream, her breath on my face, it had been her talking to me, but that's bloody ridiculous, she's dead.She felt real though, she even wore that perfume I'd bought her, the one she said she liked, but the dick head didn't.Wait a minute though, mum and dad had been at her funeral and that didn't make any. "I want you to spit into your palm then continue stroking me. The saliva will help your hand slide easily." Tom explained and watched as his daughter brought her hand over to her mouth. She looked at him nervously and quietly spit a glob of saliva onto her hand before bringing it back to her father's dick.Presley wrapped her spit covered hand around her father's cock and started to stroke it gently. She was holding it tight, just like he told her, and she was surprised by how easily her hand. The girls were loads of fun and we all loved partying hard. It was a beautiful morning warm, sunny and the water was like a mirror. Mick and I were looking forward to our "fishing expedition", as we have been planning it for a couple of weeks. This gave us plenty of time to build up the excitement and expectation. We launched the boat and were soon underway, the boat sliced through the water effortlessly, not even a gently rock as the water was so flat. The trip to Altona took about 30. In slow motion, she threw the blanket back, and she gasped again. Per my wife’s instructions, I was naked. Michelle’s eyes raced back and forth between my hard cock and my smiling eyes. In an even slower motion, she vaulted onto the bed.I knew I was in trouble. I knew I had to stop her. All I could do was smile at her as she straddled my body and took me inside.She cried out, "Oh," and then "Never!" as she took me to the hilt. Her eyes stared at me in astonishment as her body started to shake.