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Nervous, but fascinated, I hesitantly started touching his long, hard limb. His mumbles, sighs and worded approval of what I was doing urged me on, emboldening me. He leaned back against a large tree trunk and showed with his skinny own hands how he wanted me to tug away on his piece – and I did, captivated by both look and feel. “Hellooo? Where you guys at?”, my dad could be heard calling from nearby. “Shit! Shit!”, Lee cursed quietly. The tits trance I had been in ended abruptly. As Lee fumbled to tuck away his big thing inside of his clothes, I felt my mind panicking! That was not something I was supposed to have been doing! What if Dad found out? What would he say? What would he think of me? “O-over here!”, Lee spurted out. “Shhh, say nothing, aight?”, he whispered to me, index finger on his mouth. I nodded in full agreement, of course. “What’s going on?”, Dad said when he found us. ´ “Your boy here thought he saw a deer when peeing!”, Lee said. “A deer?”, my dad asked perplexed. “Seems weird it would have gotten this close to camp”. “Maybe it was an extraordinarily curious one?”, Lee suggested. “Oh well, I’m done taking a wizz teen – best go see that Reggie isn’t looking at my cards”. Seemed to me that Dad could notice that something was a little off. Perhaps from my crimson face in the dying light of the day, or from the small feel of a general tension in the air – I sure as hell felt like there was. I did not want to look at Dad, and therefore perhaps appeared unusually dodgy, but I feared that if I did, then he would possibly deduce that something peculiar had happened. I was quite sure that I had a terrible poker face. As I stumbled off after Lee back to the tree stump table, Dad indeed gave me a strange look but thankfully said nothing more. Uno was more my game than poker, and I won a few times. More than anyone else, as a matter of fact. That I had Hardcore finished the can of beer made me even more content. When we ultimately got in the tent, me and my dad, I had at first been afraid that he would ask something. Did he suspect anything? As minutes passed in silence, I felt an increasing amount of relief. Before I had fallen asleep, I could sense Dad stirring nearby. Moments after, I felt him enter underneath my sleeping bag. It was much too warm to have it zipped up and therefore I used it more like a blanket. “Um... sure.” Hardcore I replied slightly confused. I could make them out a little better now. Her face was still turned towards me, but her dark glasses hid her eyes and I didn’t know whether they were open or closed. You treat her with respect but you’ve brought her here to the west coast rather than her living her life in a stuffy old mansion on the east coast. “What’s in the bags?” I asked. While she kneeled down loving on Bigboy telling him how glad she was to see him again.. He rolled over onto his side to spoon against his wife, smiling when he realized she had changed out of her lingerie to sleep nude, as she usually did. Her tits lovely tight ass slammed into my upper thighs as I dug deep into her, my hand gripped her one tit forcefully as I unloaded my second load deep inside her pussy. “Can you remove the skinny curse?” Two fingers pressed inside, small a wet squelch sounding as I took her with a grunt of animalistic pleasure. “Mmmm I hope you enjoyed that.” She brought her wonderful fingers up to her mouth and licked them teen clean of her creamy juices. A small nagging feeling, a dry itch, demanded attention in the corner of her mind… ‘But yesterday, before bed, there was…’ Then a chortle burst from her lips as I worked across her stomach.