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VACATION IN THE WOODS

Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

her. I fuck her every chance I get! And why not? Wanda’s boyfriends all fuck her. Wanda just looks the other way. Cassie loves a stiff cock doing her, so why shouldn’t I? Just because I’m her old man? One other thing… she not as young as she looks.” “Just how old is she? Thirteen?” “No, f******n, I think. Maybe she’s fifteen… No matter, that’s old enough in this state.” I tried to recall just what was the age of consent in Arkansas, but before I had a chance to sort it out he began again. “Look, it’s really none of your fucking business, pal.” The sudden hard edge in his voice took me by complete surprise. “But I’ll tell you this… I have her ass for two whole weeks. I plan on fucking her three times a day at a minimum. If you’ve got a problem with that, then take us back home and I’ll see you in a few weeks.” Clyde left me no room for any rebuff, no matter how gentle. I also had no doubts that if I did take them home, I wouldn’t see Clyde in two weeks or four weeks. He’d be gone and I’d be left holding a bag of shit. The wind suddenly began to gust and soon thereafter, it had started to rain. There was a rumble or two from old Thor and it began raining harder. It only took one close lightening strike to really get our attention. Our retreat back to the cabin was painfully slow with the electric trolling motor, while the lightening flashed around us and the rain got heavier and heavier. Back at the dock, it slackened up considerably. Still we were drenched to the core, but ... luckily no worse off for the experience. But to make matters a little more trying, the ground had become quite muddy and by the time we made it to the porch our shoes were a disaster. Clyde immediately kicked off his flip-flops and stripped off his dripping wet shirt. “No need to track all this mud in,” Clyde remarked sensibly. I agreed and shed my shoes and shirt, only to discover that Clyde had shed his shorts and skivvies as well. “Are you going inside like that?” I asked while wondering to myself why anyone would get his butt tattooed. “Why not? It’s not like Cassie’s never seen me naked.” He wiped the mud from his feet and ankles with his wet shirt and then strode into house. I followed behind still in my wet shorts. Immediately I was hit with the aroma of bacon frying. Cassie was at the stove cooking us breakfast, dressed in her oversized black Harley-Davidson t-shirt. Clyde took her in his arms and hugged her from behind. Looked to me like he had two handfuls of tit. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute,” she announced. “Daddy, you and Mr. Ron go take your seats. I just need to scramble the eggs.” I excused myself to go change into some dry clothes. Returning with a dry shirt and shorts, I saw that Cassie had the table set and was dividing up the scrambled eggs between the three of us. She directed me to sit next to her dad at the square table, while she took the seat next to me and opposite her father. First thing I noticed was that Clyde was still sans pants. It was ...