I swim around a bit before finding a rock to sit up on. I am lost in my thoughts, I hear a scuff from behind me and I jump back in the water and look ...around, I see you standing above where I was, you smile and I smile back. We exchange some brief chatter before you tell me you had found this place a few days ago and were in need of a dip. I start to head back over to the other side where my clothes are and I can hear rustling, I turn around and you are pulling your shirt off. I can't seem to. Daddy and I went up to his room where we had spent many hours in sexual bliss. Once behind closed doors, it was just like old times between Dad and me. Daddy began telling me what had been going on while I was away at school, undressing me all the while.Once I was undressed, Daddy put me on his bed, opened my legs, and immediately began to fondle my pussy. My clit was like putty in the hands of a master as he manipulated and aroused the passions inside me. The feeling of Daddy's big hands. I walked slowly home after we had separated and wondered what to pack for a weekend in Hampshire. Saturday I woke early on Saturday. I had some toast with my tea and then showered and, in my dressing gown, went through my wardrobe searched for inspiration. It was warm and the prospect was of a sultry weekend’s weather. I laid a few things out on the bed. I decided, in the end, that it would be a summer dress in pale blue for the journey. Tiny straps over the shoulders, gathered at the waist. 'I'm gagging!' she said. But she boldly tried again. 'Baby you can't use your hands either'. I said. Once again she slowly tried to ease my cock down her throat and each time she tried I'd give it a little more thrust naturally causing to gag and choke and she'd almost vomit. 'I'm going to throw up' she told me. Yet I kept doing it and told her not to stop. Each evening that week we tried again. She'd strip naked, we'd kiss and I'd rub her delicious clit, then have her squat before me (not on.