As I undid my pants, I could hear shuffling outside. I decided not to pay any attention and pulled my still semi-erect cock from my pants, taking it in my right hand and started to relieve myself. After I finished and stepped out from the bathroom I noticed that, yet again, Savannah had disappeared. “Savannah! Where did you run off to now?” I yelled out. “I’m in the bedroom unpacking!” I walked over to the second bedroom and stopped mid-stride as I hit the doorway and saw my daughter bending over, picking through her suitcase. My eyes trailed from the floor, up to her ankles, and then slowly made their way upwards as I gazed at her long legs, until finally my eyes came to rest on her round ass that was barely covered by her yoga shorts. I feel like I stood there forever, not blinking, just staring at her round plump ass. Suddenly, it hit me, I couldn’t see any panty lines anywhere. ‘Oh great! She’s not wearing any underwear’ I thought to myself, and I could immediately feel the blood drain from my head and rush its way down my body into my growing cock. Clearing my throat, Savannah jumped up and turned around quickly, with a dark red lacy thong in her hand. She quickly tried to crumple it into a ball and hide it, but she knew I had seen it. “Wow, you’re not wasting any time!” I teased her. “Well, this ‘long’ weekend is going to go by quickly, and you know how organized I like to be!” “That is very true,” I replied. “You are your mother’s daughter! Well, I’ll let you get to unpacking and I’m going to head over to my room and do the same. You know where to find me if you need anything.” “Sounds good, daddy! Oh, by the way, what do you want to do for dinner tonight?” As Savannah asked me the question, I noticed her eyes were falling lower and even though I tried to avoid it, I’m sure she was looking at the outline of my cock in my jeans. There was blondes no hiding it anymore. “Umm…” I thought for a moment before replying, “how about something simple tonight? Sandwiches OK?” “Sounds pretty simple to me, and that’s fine!” “Perfect.” flashing I quickly turned away and headed to my room to start unpacking. I was about halfway done when I heard a knock on the door. “Savannah,” I said without looking up, “the door is open, you don’t have to knock…” My words trailed off as I turned around while speaking and I was completely speechless. Savannah was standing in my doorway, wearing next to nothing. All she had on was the red lacy thong I indian had spotted earlier, accompanied by an equally dark red, see through top. I could clearly see that she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were protruding proudly underneath the sheer fabric. “Savannah…I…uh…what?” I stammered and lost my train of thought. “Like what you see, daddy?” And as his now erect adolescent cock, which was sticking out away from his body like a stiff rod, spewed stream after stream of cum, the Yammix did not let up, and only increased the pleasure that Kyle was feeling. They did me standing, sitting, facing them, facing away from them, on top, on bottom, all kinds of different ways. Mom indian wants to have a drink in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and take a seat. As it sprang free and hit his mother's face on her left cheek, it was Sekhar's turn to moan aloud. Still doing it in a trailer like this was very risky in my opinion. What Started As A Joke I decided to find out. "It just feeds its craving for humiliation as well as developing it's cum addiction." They start saying things like “Fuck this whore, use this bitches’ holes, shoot your loads all over this faggot.” Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Would this be the thing that changed her feelings about me? I hated this. At lunch, I meet up with Donny and the rest of the team. It was torture, but he never wanted it flashing to end. I, in turn, reached down with one hand and rubbed Alli’s clit, and then so did blondes Jackie. The day passed surprisingly quickly.