God, it was beautiful! Then he was standing there, between my legs, framed by my wide open thighs, looking down at my soaking knickers.‘Take my pant...es off,’ I whispered.He knelt between my legs, reaching forward, pulling at my panties, sliding them down my thighs. I had this crazy idea that he was a virgin but the ease with which he slipped my pants down made me wonder. And all the while his eyes were fixed on my hairy, and, by now, very sloppy, cleft. He pulled them off, over my sandals, and. " I said. "He won't care! He is getting drunk." She said as she hugged me.I got the two girls settled into the family room and then got Megan's father's cell number. I recalled his name was Pete. I stepped out onto the patio and wondered what this conversation would be like. I hit the call button and listened as the phone rang twice."Hello?" Said a rather slurred voice."Is this Megan's father, Pete?" I asked."Yeah...who's this?" He said obviously drunk."This is Robin Tate and I am Heather's. It felt like a cleansing enema, but an enema of her vagina, rather than her rectum.After cleaning herself up in the shower, Bo joined John on the patio for a big breakfast. She needed to rebuild her strength after the wild fucking she had endured through the night."I told the staff about the water mess in our room," he was telling her. "Told them that we got silly and had a water fight with buckets. I think they'll buy that."Bo only smiled back at his resourcefulness in the circumstances and. No more pretending.That night we slept in each others arms, my cock was aching in the morning from nearly being hard all night. When we woke we kissed and quickly went into a 69 and fed on each others morning glory. The sense of being engulfed while also sucking on a tasty big cock was almost as good as the night before. We sucked and slurped in unison, each thing Uncle Tim did I followed in return, if he sucked my balls I sucked his, if he stroked my cock I stroked his, when he inserted his.