As I clicked the reply button, I realized I had my hard cock in my hand already."Wow! Wish I was there!!" I said."Me too." she repliedI quickly took a...photo of my hard cock and sent her a reply with it attached that said "Now look what you've done!"She soon replied with 5 or 6 more photos, close ups of her breasts, one of her from behind as she bent over a chair, close ups of her wet pussy. The next email had a single attachment and said "May I?" I opened the photo and saw Sammy taking a nice. After 5 when all the staffs had gone I found that she had not gone and she told her leaving colleques that she had a few more calls to make,hence they need not wait for her.I was becoming horny at the thought of being in office with her.As usual I was in my cabin browsing through ISS.My cock was ready for action and was straining against my trousers and the bulge was clearly visible as I always wear my shirts tucked into my trousers.At about 5.20 she came to my cabin and told that she wanted to. It’s away from people, but not in the middle of nowhere. It’s our spot on the lake’s shore. It has grass and trees, sand and water, sun and breeze…the makings of a romantic place. Daddy sets up the blanket and food as I kick off my sandals and run down the hill to play in the water for a bit. I’m careful not to get my dress wet as I wade ankle deep into the cool water. I walk around in the water, chasing the sand minnows and looking for shells as daddy watches me. After a while I hear him. He wanted to- no, he needed to stew in the murky, reeking fumes of his mother’s sweaty, stinky feet, he needed to bask in their breathtaking corruption, he just needed it!“No!”“No... ?” Miriam sounded confused and rose one eyebrow. “What do you mean, surely you don’t want to smell mommy’s sweaty feet when they’re so nasty and stinky like that?”Gabriel groaned. There was nothing in the world he wanted more. It took him a considerable effort to even form a sentence.“It doesn’t bother me, mom..