He too noticed my denim shorts and wasn't as shy about taking in the view. Michael seemed a bit flustered by his boldness and persistent stares. When ...he discovered it was a Mother son adventure,... I could see his mind working,... I remained complacent. As we boarded the canoe my shorts were rather unforgiving,... exposing some cheek as I climbed in.I quickly adjusted them with an audible as well; ' Oh my Michael, I wore the wrong shorts ' I said as I sat down,...red faced now. ' Your fine. Immediately I let out an involuntary yelp as a result of this new and indescribable sensation. He gave me a moment to get used to the feeling and then slowly started to move his finger back and forth inside me, as I forced my body to relax.There was no pain and the odd sensation of penetration quickly turned into a unique pleasure I had never felt before.He picked up the pace, fingering me faster and deeper with each push. Unconsciously as a reflex, I tried to move away from him and his. It won't give you that tasty,... creamy seed you need so much." Carla whimpered. "But where can you get that seed? Your cousin." Carla looked out to the front room. "But no, sex with your cousin would be wrong. But where else can you get some cum?" Carla thought about it, then reached under his nightie and took his own little dick in hand. "Look at that tiny thing. It won't even get hard anymore. But maybe, just maybe, if you fuck yourself silly with that hard dildo, you can get it to spew a. Why do you touch me so intimately? Isn't it wrong? The poor girl was having the occasional worry of impropriety.Her thighs shook visibly against her father's hands. "Why, darling? Am I hurting you?"She was too shy and excited to speak. Instead she just gave him a small smile."Is it alright if I continue to look?" Oh Papa, you are not just looking... you are also touching me... and arousing me... I'm getting wet, Papa. But she couldn't refuse could see? So, she just nodded."Let me look at your.