Ginger took another swallow of her rum and coke and grinned. “You mean you never knew?” she asked. She drank deeply. I saw that the fluid in her g...ass was almost amber, suggesting lots of rum and little coke. I watched the gulp travel down her throat, thinking about what else she might swallow, and noticing how her chest was flushed. I shook my head, trying to drive the lusty thoughts out. The gesture also served to answer Ginger. “Mom and Dad were still out somewhere. I got home from my date. .. Jenny was encouraged by her father’s filthy mouth and wanted to make him cum at the same time. Harder and harder she slammed against him as she felt him doing the same. She was determined to make him cum inside her as she continued her brutal attack on his cock. Now she was fucking him for her own reward and quickly spread her legs further apart and balancing on her toes. She’s never been fucked this hard before and she loved the way her dad was doing her. Her cunt was on fire but it needed. “Um … you go first, Brian,” I blushed, flapping my skirt with my hand. “Yeah, right,” he smiled, eying my legs. “Don’t get many ladies up on the bridge.” “Oh, Brian,” I smiled coquettishly at him. “That’s probably because you never ask.” He blushed a little at my joke, but turned and followed Kevin up the stairs, leaving me to follow. We came out on an open deck behind the wheelhouse and Brian led us around to the hatch to go inside. “Oh, hey! I’ve got it!” he exclaimed, pointing at me. Then he. He watched me walk down my front stairs and looked me up and down and wolf whistled as I folded my long legs into the front seat next to him. I leaned over and gave him a slow, sensual kiss and he stole a look down my dress as we pulled away, no doubt making a mental note that I wasn't wearing a bra. The ride there was pleasant and uneventful. We sang along to the radio, chatted and I looked out the window at the scenery. We spent the day wandering a waterfront boardwalk, checking out small.