1. The Fishing Trip


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    two years earlier, so there was no one at home waiting, it was summer so I didn't have to be in college. Dad had a girlfriend and I was dating Chris but we weren’t so entangled with them to cause undue stress. If I could open up my thoughts and examine them carefully, I would say I was enjoying my time alone with my father. Dad was in the cabin getting more bad news on the motor part, the day was unusually hot, the lake looked cool, clear and inviting. I didn't have a suit with me but I wanted desperately to go swimming so I stripped my shoes, pants and shirt off then splashed into the water wearing just my bra and panties. I was shoulder deep in the water when I pushed up with my feet, curved my back and rolled over and down, diving to the bottom to look around. I felt my back and ass roll through the surface then I straightened my legs into the air as I dove. I swam along the bottom for a few yards then popped up for a breath. I twisted my head toward the cabin and saw my dad leaning on the door frame watching me. I smiled hugely then waved an arm at him “This feels really good, better than a bath!” My father grinned back “See any record trout in there?” I frog stroked back to the shore then grabbed my towel to dab the water off me. As I started patting the drops off my face I remembered that I didn't have a suit on, just my flowery decorated bra and panties. For about a microsecond I thought I should be embarrassed but that fleeting idea evaporated as mist under the sun. ...
    It didn't bother me that dad was watching me rub my body down while only in my delicate wear. “How long do we have to wait?” He started with surprise then turned red, cautiously he asked “wait for what?” I answered “The prop.” Dad colored even more as he hesitated, “Oh, yeah. They said it might take another 5 days then asked if we wanted an airlift out of here, they can send a float plane. We would have to leave the boat and come back later for it. What do you think?” I didn't think about his hesitation as I smiled, tossed my damp towel at him and replied “Another five days in paradise with the only man I truly love? I'll take it!” We finished that day standing on a rocky outcrop in the lake fishing for dinner. The 'wall' between our cots was a quilt hung from a rope which was nailed to a roof beam. When we went to bed it was our routine to hang the quilt, change into our night clothes then slip under the covers. Brushing our teeth and toiletries were taken care of in a small lean-to on the side of the cabin. The same night I played in the lake in my underwear we didn't put the wall up. We were so intent on our card game then some late night conversation that dad drifted to sl**p on his cot before hanging the blanket between us. As I rested on the pillow and watched the man sl**ping a kernel of a thought planted itself then grew to a full grown realization. I remembered the noises my dad made, the way he flushed when I came out of the water and in a sunburst of understanding, ...
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