From her suitcase, she took a bottle of Southern Comfort and poured us one each, no ice.“I like your dress,” I said. “Is a man supposed to say s...mething like that or is it a women-only thing?”“What do you like about it?” she asked.“The silver bits,” I said. “And I like the way the skirt hangs.”“The way it hangs,” she mused.“It’s sort of straighter than you’d expect,” I explained.“You’re not gay, are you?” she said sharply. “I thought I could tell that sort of thing…”“Because I noticed the shape. “Well, are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna fuck the woman.”“Dad! I can explain…we were just…” He got cut off.“I don’t care what you were doing; put your dick inside her right now.” He looked at Natalie. “Didn’t I tell you to make sure he does EVERYTHING you say? Did you not tell him to fuck you?” Natalie looked at Jimmy and said, “Yes Ken, I did tell him to fuck me.”“Well Jim, what are you waiting for?”Jimmy slowly pushed his cock into her soaking wet cunt and started fucking her. Vicky got up and strolled over to the rail to watch the sailboat going out of the cove. Abby watched her sister stretch her coltish legs and point her toes. She was thinking of Carl having at the slender, adolescent form of her young sister. It made her pussy slick with excitement to even consider it. And when she thought that perhaps Carl had fucked her in the dark that night she'd tied up Perry, her cup surely runneth over."Thank god they left us somebody to have fun with," she said, getting. The photo was one of Chris, engaged in an obvious 69 with a naked man. The man's blue uniform with badge, lay in a heap at the foot of the bed."Hey, isn't that..." a man asked glancing over the others shoulder."Ohhh yeaaa," came the response.Chris did not hear the commotion. She was drying off and throwing on some clothes. Not bothering with a bra, she slipped on a short yellow t-shirt, a light blue pair of bikini panties, and her short blue denim shorts. Her plan was to just lounge around the.