Michael gently woke his daughter just before six. He pulled himself out of his daughter's overflowing cunt. He put on his robe and picked up Melissa's... clothes. He covered her in a sheet and picked her up in is arms. Melissa kissed her father all the way to her suite. He tucked her in her bed and kissed her. She smiled sleepily whispered, "Daddy, I love you. You are the best father in the world." The city gradually stirred as incestuous lovers-father and daughter -drifted into sleep after second. It was just his way of starting it.He talked to me for about an hour and now it was 8 and dark outside. His hand was on my thighs. I never thought that it was something suspicious since he was a old uncle in his 50s and he was so nice to me. I never thought that any such thing would ever happened. But it did happen.We were just 2 hours away from Delhi and his hand started moving on my things. After about 15 minutes, I got sure that this movement cannot be normal and he does intends for the. At some time Maryanne and someone else helped me into our car, and Maryanne drove us home. The sun was just coming up on New Year’s day when we were getting out of the car.I don’t remember getting into bed, but remember waking up late in the afternoon with Maryanne curled up by my side. After we had freshened up we returned to bed. She put her head on my chest and started to say she was so sorry, she was such a bad girl, etc., etc., and even started to cry a little. We had been through scenes. I moaned; more in surprise than pleasure. Theman held still, his cock filling my asshole.The woman under me sat up, and pressed her breasts against my face. Itried to relax, and took one of the woman’s nipples between my lips.She ran her fingers through my hair and down my neck and back.Her hands touched the hands of the man behind me. She pulled herbreast away from my face, and I felt her slide around me, feeling whatwas going on.She never broke physical contact; when she figured out.