It still does not make it any less disconcerting. I am uncertain as to why you would believe I would find it comforting. Papa, you do remember you die... in this house, do you not? I spent two days alone with you in this house before Madame came for me. Have you truly forgotten how lost and alone I was?" She shook her head sorrowfully. "You can no longer truly be my Papa. You really are the Angel of Music now." Yes, child, I can only vaguely remember those times now. I am sorry if I cause you. She learned how to hunt and fish, gut a rabbit and clean a fish without the slightest hesitation. Following in her father’s footsteps she learned how to survive in many different environments and really loved being in the outdoors.Whenever possible, Ray would take Tiff out hunting, camping, hiking and camping and she absolutely loved her treks with dad. However, the past several years those outings were few and far between because her dad had been deployed overseas. When Ray was gone, Tiff. They went back to the beach and sunbathed a while longer, with the girl taking her top off again, obviously feeling more and more carefree about exposing her tits to her father’s admiring gaze. At one point, Greg got up went into the water. His cock was so hard he didn’t even care if anyone saw him walking into the waves with that bulge tenting out the front of his suit. He waded into the water until he was chest deep, then slid his hand into his suit and stroked his cock until he squirted a. I could not resist the temptation; bent my head and took his cock head into my mouth. “OHHHHH…!” I could hear him groan in pleasure.I didn’t want him to squander again in my mouth, so I withdrew my lips. I proceeded to dry his ass. Running the towel along his tight hairy crack, I pinched his taut ass cheeks and heard him squeal with pleasure. Finally, I was through with him. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I bundled the towel, and dropped it into the washing machine. I came out of bathroom, my son.