“God, you had me worried there! Are you all right?” Rodney was looking down into my eyes; he briefly kissed my cheek.It was then that I realised t...hat he was holding me in his arms; our lovemaking completed, although my pussy still felt as if he’d still got his cock in me.“God, What happened?”“You passed out, you’re okay now!” He squeezed my body towards him, kissing me gently on the lips, “That was out-of-this-world!” he informed me.Needless to say, I had to agree with him wholeheartedly, I. I wanted to feel the crush of your breasts against me, and remember the sweet taste of your delicate nipples in the darkness, imagined but yet unseen.I was losing restraint, and the primal being inside was coming forth to the calling of your skin and breasts against me. The quickening of your breathing was a metronome, setting the rhythm for what was happening.With sudden realization, we parted and sat down, sheepishly smiling, finding hands and interlocking fingers. I raised the center armrest. Daddy laughs, taking a big gulp of hot coffee, and swings his legs over the side of the bed while the sluts press against his bare legs. "Oh, was I wrong?" Daddy teases, "Is there a slut here that's thirsty after all?" The wiggling and urgent whimpers start to accelerate, a flurry of soft loving kisses on daddy's feet and lower legs. I snuggle up behind him pressing my breasts against his warm back, watching over daddy's shoulder as he give each slut an indulgent smile. I whisper something in. I always have been the best sailer in the family as I sail by instinct and almost made it to the Olympics in small yacht sailing. Every free weekend I have gone from college into Melbourne and crewed on a 40ft keeler and we’d go out sailing for fun when racing was cancelled because of storms. Give me a crack boat and I show you my stern.’ ‘I have noticed it. It has widened and rounded fulsomely just like your boobs. You have grown up deliciously Soppy.’ ‘David!’ The censoring yell from his wife.