We lay there totally spent with the dying embers of the fire barely warming us. You doze off and I cover you with a blanket while I rise to fill the b...thtub with warm bubbly water. I return to the living room to wake you and lift you into my arms to settle into a tub together. You lay back on my chest as I soap your breasts and tummy thoroughly with a soft sponge and kiss the back of your neck and shoulders. I play with your nipples, which immediately rise to bullet hardness. My cock is again. I was mesmerized, I'd never seen or experienced anything like this so I firmed up my grip and was rewarded with more thrusts from my sons hips. The purple head seemed to grow so I pointed it down more so I could see better. Daniel groaned. It didn't sound like I was hurting him so I continued with my grip. He thrust so I started moving my hand.All the sudden Daniels hips started thrusting in violent short strokes and his cock started spraying my face with sperm. I jerked it away but was so. Lucy bent and kissed me deeply on the mouth as I panted into hers, still revelling in post orgasmic bliss. Eventually Hector pulled away from me, and Lucy quickly rolled me onto my back. "Have just cleaned this damned patio, so don't want more dog cum on it," she laughed, as she parted my legs. I felt her tongue delve deeply into my pussy, seeking out every drop of Hector's cum. Her hands gripped my ass cheeks lifting me off the patio so she could bury her head deeper into my dripping vagina. . The TV show on Susan Butcher had gotten Tiffany more than interested; she'd discovered that she'd been put on the earth to run a dog team, preferably in the Iditarod, and she'd announced right then and there that she was going to run it some day. No one took her quite seriously then, and it had been several years before anyone had realized that she really meant it. For the last three years, it had been clear that Tiffany was going to be starting the race in Anchorage and going to Nome as soon.