I saw that the native camps were drying the splayed open fish in the sun, so I emulated their local wisdom, and added drying fish to my indolent passa...ge. I insured the further neglect of the locals by steering for the opposite bank when I saw an encampment ahead, and they seemed content to avoid me as I did them, as if the river was a highway of agreement and passage. It seems the ignorant savage peoples who lived here had not invented toll highways as yet.The winds turned contrary about where. No one had ever touched me in these ways and I sure as hell never imagined the first person to do so being my own father. Daddy’s hand moved down and tugged at the bottom of my tank top, pulling it up to expose my stomach from the lining of my pants up until just under my breasts. He ran his fingers softly against my skin, making circles as he trailed every inch of my stomach. “Can I remove your shirt?” He asked me, raising an eyebrow in my direction. I nodded my head, giving him permission.. I glanced at her, but she and Geoff seemed to be having a good time without my help. Josh and Denise were there. She'd had time to go home to dress after filming this morning and was telling everyone what I'd cooked. It was a little strange to look at the group, all couples and none of my girls among them, even with me. Except Doreen and Rachel. I looked at her as I held her in my arms and we danced. Just a few hours ago, I'd been fingering her to an orgasm in the shower and she'd squeezed my. It’s our dynamic”“Okay, babe. Makes no odds to me. Any nibbles yet?”Sammie shrugged “No. Can’t say I’m bothered either”“Yeah sure,” smiled Bianca sipping her drink.There was a small silence and Sammie conceded. “Okay I’m a little bothered”“I know,” said Bianca. She leaned down with her elbows on the bar, straightened her long legs and wriggled her rear. Her phone vibrated with a shower of tips from the group behind them. Bianca turned to the group of four men and a woman who looked familiar to.