- I want my mother to never learn about our new relationship with you. And so that no one after Yeisk learned about it. I want it to remain forever only our secret with you, in no way affecting other relationships in our family and in the environment of our family.

Dad bowed his head in agreement. I turned off the light, dropped the robe and said: "Today we sleep in the same bed with you." Lay under the sheet next to him, putting his right hand on his thigh. It was very quiet. Only an almost full moon tried to see us through the half-open blinds. I closed my eyes and listened to the growing desire. Dad turned and touched me on the side. Moments passed, measured by the beat of my heart. He gently touched the lips of my neck. My palm, lying on his thigh, began to feel his stump gathering excitement. The touch of the lips to my face was becoming more and more demanding and sweetly calling. Unable to restrain myself, I made the first faint moan of desire.

Kissing my shoulders, he removed the sheet from me. I pierced my nakedness in front of him and my trust in him. Hugging his head, pressed her to his chest. He slowly rubbed his face from one nipple to another, as if to say to himself: "No, this is impossible, this is impossible ..." Finally, he reached up and began kissing my closed eyelids in turn. Then he stopped. I opened my eyes - he was admiring me in the dusk. I suddenly experienced such a wave of gratitude to my father that the very first she kissed him on the lips, allowing him everything. Or almost everything. In the end - he's a man. And it is up to him to decide what will happen this night and what will not.

We kissed, probably for ages. How lovers insatiable each other after a long separation. I wanted to feel its excited stem. I launched the palm between his legs, inviting me to push them apart for my caresses. He obeyed, allowing me to his most intimate place.

“It's my turn to kiss you everywhere, everywhere,” I whispered to him.

I did not resort to using my hands and started by teasing his excited flesh with the touch of a strand of hair. Then she began to touch the lips of his knees, gradually raising the touch closer to the groin. Teasing him, she kissed his tummy and chest. I asked him: “Can it be?” And without waiting for his reaction, she licked the excited Stem. Then she took his rod with two fingers on the ground and began indulging in slapping herself on the cheeks, saying: “There you are, you are a pretty girl”. Dad could not stand it and laughed. Having ridiculed himself, he said: “Forgive me, but you are really a wonderful mistress! You're just a miracle. Adore you".

I was extremely easy and comfortable with my dad. I wanted a flight. We fool around in bed a bit more, portraying a fatal passion for each other, a bit exaggerated by theatricality. And then I took his stalk and began to provocatively drive them to the entrance to his womb. “Everything has its time, baby. Suffer a little more, let it be on the Night of Ivan Kupala, ”he dismissed from my readiness to go further right now.

- As you say, my lord.

- Do not be angry, let everything go on as usual. I feel so good with you now.

“Then I stop speaking to me, my sovereign.”

I laid my head on his shoulder and just began to stroke him gratefully. And he stroked me, responding with his movements to my touch. Gradually, our hands fell on each other's intimate places. I all flowed from the desire and excitement of my father's Rod.Surprisingly thrills from a frank touch to what gave birth to you. In combination with the fact that you allow yourself to caress yourself to a person to whom you owe your birth. A wave of orgasm covered us at the same time, and we soon fell asleep in each other’s arms in the sweet expectation that the next day and the next night should bring us.

She opened her eyes with the words: “Did we overslept what?”

“I just didn't want to wake you up.” You rested so sweetly.

- And if they do not wait for us?

- Do not worry, baby. I called Zoe and warned us that we would be late a little. Everything is good. They are already on the island and already miss you.

- Then we will not test their patience. I missed them too.

- They, by the way, are three of us on the island.

- And who is the third? Are they with their dad?

- She didn't say. She said only that there must be intrigue for Rita.

- Especially, let's more on the Island! I want all of his Seven Winds in our sails !!! And let it be what will be !!!

Dad picked me up and spun me around the room. We quickly had breakfast and went to the pier. To climb aboard the yacht helped me, gallantly giving a hand, a young sailor from the yacht club, whom I obviously impressed with a frank swimsuit. This attention to my extremely modest person raised my cheerful mood even more and I decided to thank him with a piquant spectacle: I took off my panties with him and waved them to him. The guy remained standing on the dock with his mouth open, so to speak, seeing the retreating walk away with an admiring glance.

On the way, we walked very close, literally a few meters from the boat with the returning tourists, and I took the most spectacular pose exclusively for them, raising my panties fluttering in the wind as a flag. Placing thereby among a crowd of men who have fallen to my neighbor from my side. Of course, I also received my share of indignant views from fat aunts, whose figures even more seemed inflated wearing orange life jackets. But the man in the white captain's cap, who was driving the boat, saluted me. In general, it was fun.

“You're in one bra looking even sexier and more provocative than naked,” said the father.

- So it is necessary to give room for the imagination of the audience. Still, it is interesting - who is there the third ...

- I myself would you like to see there now?

- Well I do not know. Maybe Dasha.

- Now on this exciting issue of the wide masses of the question will be the moment of truth.

The yacht went already along the coast of the island and soon the moored Finnish sailboat Zoya appeared. I did not guess - the third one, who had risen from the sand towards us, turned out to be a tanned blond boy a little younger than Kostya. Zoe joyfully shouted: “But we've been waiting for you for a long time. Even managed to think that your plans have changed. " “All plans remain valid, because the life is beautiful and amazing,” proclaimed the father, mooring the yacht. Zoe walked over to him and, hugging her, kissed her hard on the lips. Then she hugged me and I felt the exciting touch of her chest to mine. “Are we just hugging or can I kiss you?” She smiled. Instead of answering, I myself nestled a long kiss to her lips. My first real kiss with a woman turned out to be very pleasant and I would say some very promising. Kostya, I also kissed a passionately pump, feeling the tummy arousal of his Stem.

- Meet, this is my friend Max. We are neighbours. I told him about you in the evening and he begged me to let me meet you.

- How nice and kind of you! Such a courteous expression of such a high relationship. And they say that the romance in our pragmatic twenty-first century is left. This is not the case and I see worthy gentlemen in front of me !!! - I coyly handed Maxim a wrist for a kiss

The boys looked at each other in some surprise at my speech, in which there was only a bit of mischief. Maxim quickly oriented and politely kissed my hand. Then he deliberately cleared his throat deliberately and introduced himself: "Maxim Maksimovich, you can just Max."

- Well hello, Max. Pleased to meet you, ”she said in a normal voice and kissed his cheek. This blond haired boy has already begun to impress me

Kostya and Maxim greeted the hand of my dad, who watched our ceremonies with interest and smile.

- So, the official ...