We had some campers in the field and I was in my workshop finishing off a project that Her Loveliness had instigated. There must be, she told me, a ma...rket for shepherds’ huts. When HL makes a suggestion I usually act on it, particularly when I am skating on thin ice over the rather unfortunate pregnancies of Ruth, Louise and Joan, for which, you may recall, I had some responsibility. HL works on the principle that once is happenstance, twice is coincidence and the third time is just plain. But like a fool, I went ahead and did it anyway. With that we all went our separate ways for the day. I had some studying to do, and Emma said she was going to go shopping for a new dress. By late afternoon she was back and she had had her hair and nails done too. I tried to peek in her bag but she pushed me away, saying she wanted me to see it on her first.Emma disappeared into the bathroom and came out twenty minutes later looking hotter than I had ever seen her. I let out a long, slow. Last night’s events came back to me in a flash and I immediately jumped out of bed and slumped to the doorway with a feeling of terror. My dad didn’t say anything as I stood in front of him, and I broke into a torrent of mindless explanations of what was going on. He still stood there motionless and I looked into his face and realized that it was still was blacked out. I looked around the room and noticed that Bethany wasn’t in the bed. I continued my observations and noticed that the colors if. As the head slips from my mouth grunting again he pumps that black rod with his hand and two more gobs shoot onto my face and into my hair. I know the routine and without being coached I lick him clean of any cum. As I finish, his hands lift me up, sitting me on the table behind him. Taking my hand he slowly begins to sc**** the lumps and stringers of cum from my tits, chin, stomach, hair onto my fingers and feeds me the lumps of pearly white salty sweet cum by stuffing the fingers into my.