His release built to an unbearable level that he didn't even notice his little girl beginning to climax herself. She quaked in his arms and Mike could...feel his sperm begin to bubble from inside of him. Brooke howled again, standing up straight as her father impaled directly up into her quim for the last time before he erupted inside her. She could feel his cum, hot and plentiful, jetting into her needy insides as another orgasm rippled through her body. Mike was cumming so hard he had to use. She wasn't listening, she was too busy giggling with her girl friends as they left me and the "gay" friend James (he wasn't gay, he confessed that he got laid way more often pretending to be gay than when he acts straight, so he just preferred it) to setup the tent and sleeping areas. This tent was huge, you could easily fit 20 people in there, but there were only 5 of us. That tent was a nightmare, I was looking for every excuse in the book to go home, but that was a 4 hour drive and I was. Bob lost his shirt and then Sharon lost her shirt. We had never seen Sharon’s breasts before, since the first game had ended before she had to take off her bra. We all were watching Bob as he pulled Sharon’s T-shirt over her head. Her breasts were larger than mine and sagged slightly as they came into view. Her areolas were large and surrounded her nipples that had also begun to harden in the cooler air of the room. I looked at John; he was staring at Sharon. He finally looked at me, and I. I think that's all I set up ... hard to remember all of 'em sometimes. Now I was Alexander Hobart.Anyway, I had things to do. In the recent past, I was an 'adjunct meeting attender.' I didn't even take any notes, and Arti did almost all of the talking. That's when I was attending meetings, lately I'd been a wastrel. Shooting at rocks, playing Indian poker with 'the boys' at the VFW hall. It seemed like I should spit out a stream of chewin' tabaccy or something when I said that. Hell, I was even.