...It was decision time. Tom was on his back in bed. He wasn't resting, though. He had been struggling to pull up his impossibly tight Lee jeans over ...is muscular thighs. The rough denim caressed his legs every inch of the way, making every nerve ending tingle with delight. The decision before him was which way to position his throbbing hard-on when he finally closed his fly. There were basically two choices: down across the top of his right thigh, or almost straight up along his belly.One of. ”“Who is this Hitler?” she asked.“Button it and spread your legs,” I hissed.“But I am virgin!” she pleaded.“Oh for fucks sake,” Denzil, “I fucking love bustin' hymens.”The sea was like glass, so clear you could you coud see the reflection of the light from Long ships Lighthouse thirty miles away shimmering like gold, or like a bloody searchlight.“Don’t be stupid, hang on to the rail and let Denzil bang you,” I suggested.“No!” she insisted. You could see tears in her eyes. I helped by pulling. You know, the student-with-mates-that never-get-in-touch-on- the-weekend life. Combod with thenothing-on-TV-and-web-is-down night.Is there anyone up there? Don't know, don't care, all I know is......I might as well head for bed. Yeah, it's only 10 but who cares?Don't feel particulary tired but still...maybe a wank will do thetrick. Gotta use up my energy somehow...nah, who am I kidding - whenI'm bored, I get horny.And when I get horny I...Strip naked.Put my body under the covers and...you know. Her bathing suit was sticking to her skin like a second layer and her nipples were hardening. He groaned, feeling his dick getting hard. He tried to fight off those feelings but every day that passed, he found himself getting turned on . Much like any man would do, he masturbated during the showers; late nights and early morning. He just couldn't help but be attracted to his daughter. * Emma was horny. Her pussy was wet, not only because she was in the pool but also because she knew her.