A while later I heard my name being called to come into the living room to see what they had bought. When I arrived I was presented with two goddesses... in micro bikinis. I felt myself quickly hardening as I checked out my wife and daughter. They were both in micro bikinis that left very little to the imagination. I could clearly make out their stiff nipples. My wife is completely shaved thanks to me and I could clearly make out a nice camel toe.My daughter apparently did not shave and I could. He kissed his way down to my right nipple and began kissing it alternating with little nips and blowing. His hand had been playing with my other nipple and he gave it a quick flick before switching sides. I was on a roller coaster of sensation but I wanted him inside me now! He laughed and thrust into me in to the hilt. God it was good! But then he began stroking so slowly that I wanted to cry. I moved my hips determined to pull him deeper, but he pulled back. "Say please."Oh god! Evil. . I hadn't picked up drinking or smoking, or any of that the night before. So what was wrong with me?I was tired. It was noon, and I was still tired. Probably because I had gone to bed at around three.All the girls were still asleep.I got up, and went over to my computer. I signed online for the fun of it, kind of bored because no one would be awake at this hour.I was suddenly swept down memory lane. Luke was always the one person I could count on to be awake when I was. He had never gotten up. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, “too damn cold.”First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet; besides, we would later need to melt snow to replace our drinking water. I crawled to the entrance and climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, “My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why.