I want to see if it’s worth it,” I heard Brit say as she moved her clitoral hood up and down. Somehow, she got him to drop his hands and I know Br...it’s eyes were just like mine behind the sunglasses. He was huge. To tell the truth, I did not know how his hands, even both of them, were holding and hiding it. “Sam, do you see the size of that thing? Jesus Christ! He’s bigger than my ex! God, I am really getting wet now.” “Then show him,” I said and Brit immediately leaned back. Brit started to rub. When he felt the bunk slightly move he lay as still as he could, faking sleep. His daughter was masturbating right behind him. Her smell reached his nose stronger this time and his hard on returned. Also, his rational thinking was working its way out of his head. When he heard her moan “dad” again, this time clearly, reason went all out the window. With his last bit of will, he laid there and let her finish. Then, he rolled over and looked into her eyes. The look of fear, and something. I decided that I was through being coy with them. I knocked on the door.“Just a second” I heard Liana say.I waited for her to open the door and fantasized about what they might have been doing on the other side of the door. It sounded like they were hurrying to get dressed. It seemed to take a long time for them to open the door, but it was worth the wait. Liana unlocked the door and let me in. They had all put on short outfits over their bikinis.“Mike says that it will be an hour or so before. Dad had worked with us for more than a year and even though wehad been in T ball the year before, we had learned how to hit a ballwithout the T.Ten minutes after leaving the house, we pulled up to the field. Gradyand I burst from the car like a shot, slamming the two rear doors shut."Boys," Dad shouted."Sorry Dad," I yelled back, as we ran to join our teammates.John Carson, the head coach looked at me and asked, " Grady, do you haveyour bat?" I'm Marcus, Coach, yeah Dad's bringing them," I.