.. mate. Not just fuck, but mate,” I said.“I saw some of that,” Jim acknowledged. “I got ... sidetracked.”“Should we bury him?”“No, th...y’re bringing a special body bag. He is still contaminated, and probably infectious.”“What’s that?” asked Daphne, who was avoiding looking at the body before us. I turned to look where she was looking, and walked over to the beach’s edge. Just below the high-tide line was something metallic. We walked over, and I saw the hammer and sickle of the USSR, a symbol I. Richard exhaled in relief. "Your Highness, don't DO that!" he whisperedback, and she giggled some more and kissed him, and they hugged deeply,their lifejackets rubbing as they held each other close."I had a really bad dream last night," she quietly confessed. "You werein a dress and on a stage somewhere, and everyone was watching you andmaking fun of you, and I couldn't get to you, and then you exploded." Ithadn't been a cartoon explosion, either. The shock of the bang, a mentaljolt not caused. You look magnificent as rivers of your sweat flow down yourglobes, across your taut tummy and onto the rough planks. Every hour I returnto the woodshed to torment a different part of your shapely body. It is sohot in the woodshed that I must be nude while I tan your hide with my whip. Last summer you polished many more planks as you were en pointe .Wasn't it glorious then spending from dawn to dusk for two entire weeks inthe woodshed polishing planks while the Baron was away on a business trip. How about you, did you enjoy sleeping with you old dad?" I asked as I bent down and kissed her lightly, rubbing my tongue across her lips briefly, before picking her up by her arm pits and clutching her to me, keeping her there by supporting her ass like a little girl."She seemed surprised by my affection, but said, um yeah dad, I slept pretty good. Uh, I'm glad you enjoyed me, um sleeping with me, er sleeping next to me... daddy put me down and I'll get you some coffee".Slowly I let her tits.