And I’ll see you in three weeks or so.”Kara stepped close to my dad, gave him a light hug and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks ... Dad,” she s...id softly.“You’re welcome, Dear,” he said with a big smile that matched mine.We went inside to talk to Stephanie, but I stopped Kara as we walked by the pool.“Dad?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.“It just felt like the right thing to say, Steve. I know it sounds strange because of what happened, but he will be my dad, won’t he?”“That’s the plan!” I said,. Further down did her fingers creep as she lost herself in her imagination, part of her sleep-addled mind still trying to determine the source of this sudden arousal. She forced her fingers to hover above the sensitive bundle of nerves that sat atop her womanhood, wanting to draw out the need to attend to herself for as long as possible whilst she dug through her memories.Whatever was taking hold of her, she wanted to take advantage of it. She wanted to fan the flames which had kindled within. Then his fingers dug into my round hipsand he started fucking me.He moved hard and fast while I pushed back and grunted at each thrust.The pleasure built, stronger and stronger. I bit my lip and squeezedmyself as tight as I could around him. The desk shook, my computermonitor rocked wildly until he groaned, pushed himself in as deep ashe could then emptied himself into me - I felt every pulse.As though a bucket of cold water had been thrown over me, I realisedwhere and who I was.My name was. The main reason for me taking the trip was Linda Meeks.I was 19 and she was 32, married, with 3 kids.Nonetheless, we had connected on a Sunday, at Sunday School; and she had my pants around my ankles on Monday.Most of the members of Daylight Worship were on the trip for the same reason… everybody was fucking somebody they shouldn’t be. The motto when we left Kansas was, “What happens in Nicaragua stays in Nicaragua.” Yeah, a very progressive thinking church…Even during the flight, we all.