It only had 5 rides, a few cheezy carnies running the usualbooths, and a few tents... But the memories here were immense. She andher mom had come here... so often, since it was cheap, and close to wherethey had lived. She knew this was probably the last time she would getout of the house, since Danny was moving away to college soon, a reallygood college too, far away, on a scholarship he had earned, despitespending hours a week helping her with her homework.As she got into the rather ancient. Van Daddock was slumped in front of the big screen television in the first floor family room. Normally he would be in the Pike's fraternity house, close to the USC campus. But his parents were away on vacation, and they had asked him to watch over the house during the holiday weekend.Saying he was freaked out would be a gross understatement.His chest still hurt like a bitch, and the images from Julie's bedroom kept springing up vividly in his mind's eye. He was drinking scotch and water at a. If she moved too quickly she could feel an unfamiliar soreness in her pussy from accommodating something so large. She wanted nothing more than to empty the house of everyone and have another few hours with her new prize possessions.She looked out across the veranda at the local gentry in their finest as they sipped cocktails with the sun setting across Dixieland, she felt connected to something old; something instinctual. The house, the trees, the families had all occupied this land for. Look at how you are going to make your father cum again!” My dad grabbed the glass with his first cum load in it and held close to his cock head. Mr. Anderson yelled out, “NO! WAIT!” My dad stopped stroking his prick for a few moments. Still holding me up by my hair, working his cock in and out of my ass, Mr. Smith fingering my cunt with the sole goal of making me cum he said close to my ear; “I think you should jack off your father! Show him how good of a daughter, a nice horny slut.