As these thoughts swam in my head so did those of Capri Anderson and other girls whose bodies had been displayed on my computer screen not but hours a...o. My dick continued to rise as my now autonomous hand tempted me and teased me. It was asking me to speed up, but something in the back of my mind reminded me of how great the explosion feels when there is build up like the women who are forced to hold back an orgasm in fear of a spanking, in the videos racing through my mind. The videos prompt. What they didn't know was what caused it. I just left it alone. We'd hear about it when we got back, I was sure.I could hear Shelly talking to Sybil and Joy over the intercom. I knew they would be well informed of everything we said and did by the time we got to our first comfort stop.Our first stop was actually for lunch at Tom's Farm, the road-side tourist trap just north of Lake Elsinore. We pulled in just at 11:15 so we were not too tired to walk around. We all gathered at the Mexican. "Ryan, sweetie, we shouldn't," he told his daughter and moved his gaze from the hand holding his cock up to her pretty face."Dad, I love you," Ryan said in a voice shaky "and I want to show you how much. I know what I'm doing, and I want it," she said and moved closer to him."Have you ever…?" Brad started."Yes, daddy. Don't worry, I'm not a virgin," Ryan said and though it's not something a father usually wants to hear, his cock twitched at her words."Ryan, you need to understand, if we do this. They took off like a shark was after their asses. Bobby I swam at a steady pace for two laps before they calmed down enough to swim with us.We must have swam at least thirty laps this time before stopping. Rico said thirty, Luis said thirty one. Even they were ready to sit out for a while.We were still kicking back in the sun when we heard the Murphy Jingle. Rico was the first up, then Luis was running to the back door behind him.They were happy, smiling and naked as all the women came from the.