The whole time that I was pounding mother, daughter slept peacefully inches away from us.”“Phil, you call them 'mother' and 'daughter'. Don't they...have names?” asked mum. “They did at the time, but there have been so many since that I have forgotten their names. They were around for two more days of diving, and two more nights of fucking brilliant fucking before they flew off to some other resort, probably to another dive instructor too.”After dad had told us this story it seemed natural that. He sat on the ground next to a big trash dumpster with his back against the wall and his legs out straight. He was dressed in worn out clothes. He was supposed to be a just barely conscious wino. He had a bottle of cheap wine in one hand and was stroking his big black cock with the other. When we saw it we were please to find that he had a good ten inches. The scene started with Karen walking down the street and spotting this person in the alley. She walked over and saw his big cock in his. ‘You have to stop, Callie, please. I don’t want to… ‘ She gave a breathy laugh. ‘You don’t want to?’ ‘I want to…’ he pulled her up and moved over her once again. ‘I want to come inside you. Please… it’s safe, I promise you.’ She reached up to touch his face. ‘I know… I know now that I have nothing to fear from you.’ Callie felt the tip of his cock brush against her slick pussy, and opened herself to him. She focused on the sensation of it entering her. Thick and hard, it stretched her slightly. I quietly crept to the door, and slowly opened it a crack. I saw my daddy at his desk, looking at his laptop. The voices became clearer. People were moaning and calling out things like, "Oh, yes!"I could see that Daddy had his hand in his lap and was moving it, but I didn't know what he was doing. He was facing away from the door, so I got brave (or stupid) and moved inside his study to see more, a few meters away from the laptop.Now, I could see that the laptop screen was showing a video. I.