‘Until then, what?’ ‘Well, I don’t know… how does it feel?’ ‘I don’t know…’ Angela responded uncertainly. She reached out to touch... it, taking the shaft in her fingers and feeling the soft skin. ‘It feels real, all right.’ ‘I’ve never touched one,’ Gwen admitted. ‘Never tell anyone this,’ Angela pleaded, ‘but I’ve touched Andrew’s!’ ‘Your brother’s?’ exclaimed Gwen. ‘You’ve touched your brother’s penis?’ ‘Yes,’ Angela confessed. ‘I tease him a lot, about showing off on the nude beaches –. ” she breathed between her subsiding gasps.That was all Cindy's poor dad, with his straining, bobbing, pre-cumming cock needed to hear as he stumbled behind her, nearly tripping over her wobbly legs, and lined up on her throbbing, dripping pussy, and prepared to take it home. As he touched his aching penis head to her dripping honey hole, she involuntarily flexed her body and spread her legs just a bit wider... He pushed the head into her warm, wet waiting hole. “Whoa! Incest, much? Mr. Cocky. A refreshing breeze made slight ripples on the quicksilver surface. I guess we would curse the heavens if we had to rely on sailing wind, but in the motorized yacht, it felt like a blessing. There were no other people around, and I could fully succumb to my feminine side. I spent long hours sunbathing on the deck, wearing nothing but a small bikini or bathing suit. My friend, or husband as I now called him, seemed to like me behaving this way. He didn’t act disappointed because of not going on. It was quietly wondered by all in his house why, being vibrant and capable as he was, Master Edwin had not only retired from active military action, but had given up any position of command or advisement from behind the scenes of the war effort. Master Edwin seemed content, in any case, to enjoy pursuing his interests away from the grimness of the war or the power games of the court. In addition to hunting and riding, Master Edwin had a peculiar interest in scholarly pursuits. Ancient history,.