Another two weeks passed, a month before the wedding. Marcus carried me to the bathtub. I was too weak to walk. He gently placed me in the warm wat...er and left. I heard Marcus and Doc chatting outside the bathroom. I couldn’t tell what they were saying. I closed my eyes, the taste of cum on my lips and smiled.Doc entered the bathroom, looking forlorn. He told me Marcus couldn’t film anymore. My eyes shot open, I did my best to hide my sadness. “Oh. I see. Well, alright,” I faked a. Among some of the ideas she had discarded had been, accidentally falling into Abby, not being able to find her bathing suit (which meant of course skinny dipping), and exaggerating how badly a job she had done at kissing, which was obviously her favorite plan. Doing it naked, well ... had been just a pipe dream, until now, “Ummm ... uh no! I mean it’s fine, I mean sure! Really!” Kaylie stumbled through her permission for Abby to continue, “I mean, did you want to go swimming now? The pool is. “OHHhh!” she moaned “Thanks.”With that she leaned forward and gave Dad a quick kiss. Before she could move Dad leaned forward and gave her another kiss, though this one was softer and lingered for moment or two before he slowly pulled back, their lips clinging a bit before parting. Rita had a puzzled look on her face when he kissed her and as he leaned back she stared into his eyes, probably looking for an explanation. But one wasn't coming. Instead he waited a moment and then started leaning. That voice. She had been fucking her dad this whole time!Mike felt her squeeze around him and with a couple deep thrusts, he felt his balls tighten as he emptied himself inside the stranger. He gripped the top of the stall so tight he thought he might break it off. Eventually he orgasm waned and he gave his partner a few final strokes that elicited the most satisfying sighs he had ever heard.Pulling out, he picked up some toilet paper from the dispenser and cleaned himself up. He heard the same.