She stopped for a minute.It was quiet for a minute, and then she said, “Honey, can you do me a favor? I was running around the office all day today,...my feet are killing me” I turned to look at her; she smiled innocently, and held her foot out. “Please”She had never asked me to do this before, so it felt a little strange. “Mom, I want to play around on my computer,” I said pleadingly. This would feel too weird.”You can play on the computer in 10 minutes, just 5 minutes a foot.”I looked at her. He looked at her large breasts, swaying provocatively as her brownish red nipples stood erect. He moved his gave along the rest of her body, studying her sensual curves, the way her thighs moved as she rode him, and finally, focusing on her tight pussy, hungrily swallowing up his cock as it disappeared behind the dark layer of pubic hair.A loud mutual groan escaped father and daughter's lips as Presley began going faster, riding her father's cock with enthusiasm as she eagerly awaited another. For her part, Brenda loaded up on a variety of fruits. “You should be eating healthier,” she teased Steve.“This is a resort, not a health club,” he retorted. He grabbed a few slices of buttered toast and tossed them on his plate.Brenda giggled and added a few slices of bacon to her own plate.She led the way back to their table on the covered veranda. They were overlooking the curved shoreline, and the view was magnificent. Already couples were heading out to the beach. “I think the beach would. That's all. We'll have some fun tomorrow, okay?” “Okay,” I said. “That's fine. I hope you sleep well, dear. I love you.” “You too,” she answered. With a sigh, I shut my eyes. After a few minutes of deep contemplation and sexual frustration, I finally fell asleep. The following Saturday morning arrived swiftly. When I awoke, I immediately noticed that Becca was no longer in bed. I gazed around the room, squinting my eyes as the sun shone through the bedroom. I noticed that the bedroom.