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Read part 2 of this story here Down at the Clay Pits

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My Father's Birthday Present
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, g/g, Incest, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Oral, Web-cam play

I was about twelve years old when my mother asked me what I was getting my father for his birthday present; it was a special birthday for my father, his fortieth birthday. "I was thinking of a CD if I have enough money or a book if I don't."

My mother showed me the present she had bought my dad, it was a very expensive digital camera, she showed me the box, tapped a picture on the back of the box. "It says if he has this cable, he can connect his camera into his PC to download or print pictures he has taken with his new camera, I think it would be about the same price as a book, quite a lot less than a CD, wouldn't you rather get him the lead, he'll find it very useful."

It was a great idea, it was always a gamble that I'd get him a present that he'd say he loved but then wouldn't use it once in the next year, so if I got him something he was going to need that would be great. Mum organised to take me down to the camera shop on Thursday evening after school to buy the lead. I had twelve pounds and the lead was nine pounds so I got a magazine on taking digital photographs to go with his presents.

Dad's birthday was Saturday, so mum made him his favourite cooked breakfast and after he finished that, we both gave him our presents; I had even wrapped his magazine in with the lead so my gift looked bigger. Dad opened my gift first which kind of gave the game away a little as to what mum had got him but he was really happy with both of our gifts. Mum must have told Uncle Pete what she was getting my dad too as Uncle Pete, Dad's brother, had sent him a tripod for his birthday present.

The new camera's battery was delivered flat with a warning to fully charge it before it was used for the first time and it could take up to sixteen hours the first time it was charged, my dad looked very disappointed that he had his new 'toy' but wouldn't be unable to use it until the next day, then he noticed that the camera could be used without a battery if it was linked into a computer by the special umbilical cable, (Not Supplied), but the very cable that I had given him along with the digital photography magazine.

Dad disappeared into his home office to plug his new camera into his computer so that he could sort out all the settings and at least try taking a few snapshots around his office. I settled in front of the TV and mother washed the pots in the kitchen. After half an hour I was called into the kitchen, mum had made dad a cup of coffee and she asked me to take it to him for her.

Dad had finished programming all the settings into his new toy and was just snapping pictures of anything and everything in his office. As I walked in the room he turned the camera on me and took several photographs of me as I walked to his desk to put his coffee down. Dad looked at the screen on the back of the camera, then he looked down at my legs, "Isn't it a little warm for leggings?" "They're tights," my dad patted my bottom then he smiled at me, "Couldn't find any clean knickers this morning so you put leggings on did you?" As I headed for the door I turned, "Tights!"

I returned to the TV, mum was just putting her coat on, "If your dad comes looking for me, tell him I've gone up town." She wasn't going up town, she went out every Saturday morning, dad would have been on his allotment usually so he wouldn't even know she'd been out and I never said anything because she always seemed far more relaxed and far happier after going missing for two or three hours than she usually was.

After an hour my dad must have gotten bored being tethered to his computer with his new toy, he called out my mother's name and then he came into the living room carrying his new magazine, open at the section on taking better photographs, there was a picture of a woman on her hands and knees being photographed. "Where's your mother?" "Gone up town." "How long's she been gone?" "Just." I didn't like lying to my father but I didn't see any harm in it as it made my mother so happy.

"Crap, I was going to ask her to pose for a few photographs for me." "I could pose for you if you like." My dad looked at the model used in the magazine and he turned the book to me, you don't quite look like her, do you?" He was smiling when he said it but when he saw the look on my face he quickly retrenched his position, "For a start off, you're ten times prettier than her, come on then, let me take a few photographs of you."

I followed my father into his office, I noticed that the computer screen had a picture of my father's notice board on it, I thought that he may have set the picture as wallpaper on his screen until I walked in front of the notice board and the screen went all fuzzy, then I realised that it was just the feed from the camera.

I was shown the pose in the magazine, the woman on her hands and knees, I got on my hands and knees, I was looking at the screen, so I could see myself, my white summer dress was quite loose at the neck, quite baggy in fact and when I got on my hands and knees it hung open quite a lot. My dad moved to one side and took a picture, as he clicked the shutter the computer screen went black for a moment, then my face grew on the screen as my dad zoomed in on me. My face filled the screen and it went black again.

"Lift your head a little darling," as I did I noticed that the camera didn't follow my face up, instead a slightly out of focus picture down the front of my dress was on the screen, it took the camera ages to find something to focus on in the shade inside my dress, dad zoomed in a little more and I could clearly see the small mounds of bare flesh that were the beginnings of my breasts, the camera remained focused there for ages, then my dad cleared his throat and the computer screen went black as he took the photograph.

The camera zoomed out again and three or four pictures were taken in quick succession. Then my dad moved as far as he could to the side, constrained as he was by the short cable, he took a few shots of me, then told me to turn a little, I rotated about ninety degrees. Ten pictures were taken and then my dad told me to turn again and now I was facing away from the pc screen. My dad left the room and returned with the mirror that usually hung on the wall out in the hall, he propped the mirror against the wall in front of me and then he picked up the camera once again.

My dad took a few pictures, then he stood above me with his legs either side of my hips, he was blocking the reflection from the computer screen, so I couldn't see what he was focusing on but it looked like he was trying hard to take a photograph showing two of me, he was positioning himself to try and not show the mirror's frame, I guessed he wanted it to look like he had twin daughters.

As he snapped around twenty pictures I could hear the camera making the click-whirr sound as if it was a motor wind SLR camera. When he took pictures in quick succession his camera just went click-click-click-click-whirr. The room suddenly whent silent and my dad moved back, he got down on his knees and there was a single picture sound, I looked at the screen, a picture of my shoes was on the screen, then my dad took one shoe off and took another picture, one foot covered by my white tights and one with my green sandal on it, then he took my other shoe off and took another picture, both feet covered in just white nylon tights.

"Cross your feet over please." I did, he took another close up, "Now put your big toes together, like you're rubbing your hands together just with your feet." As I did there was a rapid series of clicks. I heard my dad clear his throat and his voice squeaked up a little as he said, "Just open your legs a little!" I parted my knees and as I looked up I watched as the camera focussed in on my bottom.

If I had been wearing leggings it wouldn't have looked so bad but thin white tights, stretched across my bottom, it looked quite bad, as the camera zoomed in a little more, I could see my body through the thin material. The screen went black and the camera made the click-whirr sound, then my father coughed and cleared his throat again, "That's enough for now; you can go back to your TV now if you like.

I walked out of the study but stopped in the passageway, I looked back into my father's office, he was exporting photographs from his camera into his PC. The two that he stopped longest on as they transferred from camera to PC were the one showing my chest and the one showing my bottom through my tights.

I watched TV for an hour before my mother came home, "Erm, did your father come looking for me?" "Yes," "shit, what did you tell him?" "Said you went up town." "What did he want?" "He wanted you to model for him." "Bloody hell, I didn't think he'd want to take any photographs until after his battery was charged up."

Mum made dinner and as we ate I noticed that every time my dad looked at me he blushed. I went to the swimming pool with my friends in the afternoon and when I got back home, I shouted out that I was home and I washed my swimming costume out in the kitchen sink before hanging it out on the washing line to dry, when I got into the living room, my mother was sitting in front of the TV wearing her posh silk kimono, I could see that she had nothing at all on under it and now both her and my father were blushing, either that or they were flustered for some reason. I also noticed my father's new camera was sitting in the corner on the tri-pod my uncle Pete had brought my dad for his birthday present.

It was the last week of school, we had to go until lunch time on the Thursday, my best friend Emma Packwood came home with me after the school closed as her parents both worked all day. I had expected my house to be empty too but when we walked in I found my dad chatting to one of his friends on his MSN Messenger account, I hadn't bothered to shout as I thought the house was going to be empty and as I walked past my father's office I noticed that he was sharing pictures with his friend.

My dad closed his MSN account down as soon as he realised I was there but I had spotted several photographs of my mother, totally naked and showing off her charms and I spotted the two photographs of me, the one showing my chest and the one of my bottom peeping through my thin tights. I also spotted that my dad was struggling to pull the front of his jogging pants up before I got to see what he was trying to hide.

"Oh! Hi girls, did school finish early today?" Emma said "Hi Mr. Gibson, we finished at dinner time, last day of term." My dad took a few moments to compose himself before swinging his seat round to face us, he still had quite a large 'tent' in front of his sweat pants, "Gosh Emma, you're growing up fast these days, much more grown up than Vicky at the moment." Emma giggled and began rotating her upper body, about forty-five degrees to the right and then back and the same to the left, she often did that when she was feeling shy or embarrassed.

"You girls both look great in your school uniforms, I'm so glad that they stopped making you girls wear those nasty gingham summer dresses, you look far more grown up in navy skirts and white blouses. I'd love to try and get a nice photograph of you two in your uniforms, what do you think Emma, you game to pose for a few photographs with Victoria for me?"

Emma gave a nervous giggle, then she said, "Okay." My dad jumped to his feet, he didn't seem to care that his tent was growing once again. "Why don't we go out into the back garden, the light will be better out there." Emma and I stood side by side with our backs against the back wall of the house, we were asked to pull our school ties up properly while my dad set up his tripod in on the path.

Several photographs were taken, then my dad looked over the top of his camera at us, then back at the camera's little screen, then over the top of the camera again, "Are you wearing a pink bra Emma?" I looked at her, Emma was blushing, the camera clicked to tell us that another photograph had just been taken, "Why don't you girls give each other a hug?"

I didn't move, I was still looking at Emma's bright red face and the very faint hint of pink showing through her summer school blouse. Emma threw her arms around my neck and pulled me against her, as we were both exactly the same height, if not at the same stage developmentally, her breasts crushed into my own poor examples of womanhood. Emma's cheek pressed against mine and she whispered, "Your dad is totally turned on, can you see the size of his cock?" I tried to push her away as the camera clicked ten times before it gave out the whirr.

Emma pulled her head away from mine and she had a broad grin on her face as she looked at me, the red of her blush completely dissipated now, there were three more clicks from my dad's camera, "Why not try just touching the tips of your noses together?" There was a wicked twinkle in Emma's eyes as she leaned in slightly and let the tip of her nose brush against mine very gently. Ten clicks before the whirr, my dad had to cough to clear his throat and his voice went very squeaky, "Perhaps a proper kiss after that Eskimo kiss."

Emma's hand slipped up my back, up, over my shoulder blades, up my neck to the back of my head and she pulled my head slightly towards herself as she tipped her head to one side and pressed her lips gently against mine. Now it was my turn to blush as more than a dozen clicks sounded without a single whirr. Emma then opened her lips slightly and allowed the tip of her tongue to slip out into my mouth. Emma had been my best friend for all of my life and we had kissed 'platonically' many times but this was the first time that her kiss had made me feel uncomfortable or made me blush as red as I was at that moment.

When the kiss was over I just stood there shocked as Emma turned to look at my dad, licking her lips, the clicking of his camera was going mad. Then my dad started to look around the garden a little nervously, several of the surrounding houses could see into our rear garden where we were standing posing for my dad.

"Would you like me to take my tie off now Mr. Gibson?" I saw my father swallow hard and he blushed slightly, he giggled nervously, then said, "A little exposed here I fear." "Well, we could go up behind your shed, it should still be in the sun at the top of your garden and only the railway line overlooking up there."

Emma put her cheek against mine again and whispered, "Would it freak you out if I look after your dad's little problem?" I gasped at her suggestion, "I won't do anything if it would upset you at all but he does look in pain over there, just look at him."

My eyes went from my father's bright red face and down his front to the flagpole sized lump in his trousers. "Well, do I leave him hanging?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Nothing serious, nothing more than I do for the lads at school behind the bike sheds. I nodded my head and Emma gave out a little squeal of excitement.

Emma grabbed my hand and pulled me up the garden, she stood me on the path, just beyond the shed while my father wrestled with his tripod, trying to close the legs together without taking his camera off of the top. I knew that Emma had been going off with boys at school since we started there a year earlier, she had asked me to go with her, just to watch what happened and for a year I had refused, I was a big 'scaredy-cat' at school, I never wanted to do anything that could get me in trouble at school.

My dad struggled past me with his camera still attached to the tripod and the legs stretched out at full length. He placed the camera close to the wire fence, he had to re-set the legs, there was a centre circle spirit level on the head of the tripod to make sure that the camera was level. As soon as everything was set up, Emma brought her hands up to her school tie and, "Would YOU like me to take my tie off now Mr. Gibson?" Emma definitely emphasised the 'you' when she asked him the question.

"Why don't you call me Ray, erm, instead of Mr. Gibson, it seems silly to be so formal, under the circumstances." "Shall I take my tie off then Ray?" My dad nodded his head; Emma undid the knot on her tie and pulled it open as my father snapped off several pictures.

It was an automatic reaction to open the top button on your blouse if you took your tie off and as soon as Emma threw her tie at me and she unfastened her top button. She kept her hands at her neck, "Should I stop or carry on Ray?" My father's face went a deeper red and he coughed to cleat his throat, his voice was really squeaky as he whispered, "Carry on! erm, if you want too."

I just stood there holding Emma's tie as she rocked from side to side while slowly unbuttoning her blouse. It took her five minutes to open down to the waistband of her skirt, the camera sounded like a machinegun firing as my dad snapped almost a hundred photographs. When Emma pulled her blouse out of her skirt and her very pink, very lacy bra popped into view and as it did I thought my dad was going to have a heart attack, his face was way past red and almost purple.

Emma struck several poses before opening the buttons on her wrists and slipped her blouse off and threw that at me too. My father gasped as his shutter finger went into overdrive, "My god Emma, what size are you these days?" Emma giggled, "Thirty-four 'c' Ray, my mother keeps telling me that they'll get me into trouble one day soon."

Emma stood there looking at me, she winked and gave me a devilish smile before looking back at my dad and licking her lips, she said, "What should I take off next Ray, my bra or my skirt?" A mouse like squeak of, "Skirt!" Came from my father's direction.

Emma was dancing around to a tune that only she could hear in her head. She was moving around so much that my dad had to flip the quick release leaver to get his camera off of the tripod's head so that he could follow her back and forth, snapping hundreds of pictures. Emma opened the fastener at her waistband and pulled the zipper down slowly, then she opened her skirt, flashing her bare thigh.

I watched, dry mouthed, as Emma pulled her skirt down until the side of her panties were displayed to my dad, pink and lace covered, no more than an inch wide. After my dad took about fifty more photographs, Emma put her hand on the back wall of the shed to steady herself and lifted one foot off the floor so that she could step out of her skirt without letting it touch the garden.

Once her skirt was off, that was thrown over to me to hold for her, I had never seen her wearing anything like that bra and panty set before, I had seen bra's like it before but I had never seen panties quite like those, a cross between a thong and bikini panties, Emma winked at me as she turned her back on my father, the triangle at the rear of her panties covered less than half of her arse, which she wiggled at my father as he snapped away.

Emma put one hand against the shed and bent forward, then she reached behind herself and pinched the top of the triangle between her finger and thumb to make it narrower and then she pulled the back up into her butt crack, showing off her full globules of flesh.

Emma stood upright and beckoned my dad to go to her, he walked to her taking pictures as he went, he stood between her and me, I moved so that I could see what they were doing, don't ask me why I did it but I did, dad was kissing her when I got into a position where I could see them both. Emma was already rubbing his cock through his sweat pants and my dad had his tongue down her throat and his hand up under her bra cup.

Emma pulled the front of my dad's trousers out towards her and slipped her other hand down the front. A shiver ran through my body as I realised that she now had my dad's bare cock in her hand and she was actually wanking him off, inside his trousers. Dad whispered something in her ear, Emma shook her head, "Go on dear, do it for me please."

Emma pulled my dad's trousers down, exposing his cock to me for the first time in my life, then Emma bent her knees and as she slipped down her bra remained in my dad's hands. Emma was now totally topless; she was using both hands to masturbate him, looking up at him as he photographed her from above.

"Suck it!" Emma shook her head, "Go on, suck it!" Emma looked over at me, a very nervous look on her face as she shook her head again, "Suck it now!" Emma had the look on her face that told me she had bitten off more than she had expected too. "NOW!" Emma sniffed, she was a little upset that things were going further than she had planned, she had just wanted to be a little naughty, partly to shock or entertain me, I don't know which but now her back was against the rear wall of the shed, she was now on her knees and my dad was moving closer to her.

"Open your mouth please!" Emma did and my dad eased the tip of his cock into her mouth, Emma started sucking him and he began to rock back and forth as he fucked into her mouth, deeper and deeper, Emma choked and gagged a little and suddenly my dad pulled his cock out of her mouth and jets of semen spurted all over her face and breasts.

I knew from biology that a man ejaculates between one and two tablespoons full of spunk but seeing it running in rivers down her face and over her tits, it looked like more than a pint was shooting out. My dad helped Emma to her feet and apologised, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me." Emma wiped her face with her fingers, "I know what came over me." I was very worried that my dad had gone way too far but suddenly Emma burst out laughing, "And to think I've been refusing to do that for over a year."

Emma grabbed her bra off of my dad and ran to me, grabbing my arm and dragging me down to the house and up to my bedroom. She took the lid off of my dirty laundry bin in my bedroom and found the towel I had used that morning and used it to wipe her face. "God Vicky, that was a blast." "I thought you were about to shit yourself." "I was, I had heard that a man as big as your dad could kill a girl if he forced his cock into her mouth."

"I heard you choking, wasn't that dangerous?" "Well, that bit hurt a little and it did frighten me a little but it was fine, when you do it, don't get trapped against a wall." "I'm never doing anything like that, you must be kidding." Emma laughed, "You will!"

Emma pulled me onto my bed; she was still naked apart from her panties. "Would you help me a little?" "How?" "Like I helped your dad, I could do it myself but it's a million times better if someone else does it to you." Emma took my hand and pulled it down to her panties, "Come on, I helped your father out, or should I go to him, but he might want to fuck me instead of just fiddle in my knickers!"

Emma pushed my hand down the front of her panties and, though reluctant, eventually I began to massage her clit which was twice the size of mine and it responded to my touch far more than my own clitoris ever did, hers grew under my fingers, growing like a small cock. Emma rolled onto her stomach and began humping down on my hand. I heard the sounds of click-whirr on the landing outside my open door, "Ignore him, and concentrate on me!" Emma pushed my head down and covered my face with her breast, as she rode my hand to climax after climax; she made me suck on her nipple as she mashed my face against the bed.

Once Emma was satiated she let me up off the bed and then she kissed me to the sound of clicks from the landing, her hand was half way up my skirt before I stopped her, "Do you think you'll give your dad's cock a suck next time your mum 'pops up town' on a Saturday morning?" I knew that I shouldn't have told Emma that I thought my mother was fucking someone behind my father's back, she definitely wasn't to be trusted with that kind of information.

My dad slipped away from my door when he realised that I wasn't going to let Emma play with me, I also realised that Emma had said what she had for a reason, she was planting the idea in my father's head to come for me on Saturday, after my mother left for her usual liaison the next time my mother left us alone on a Saturday. Probably to put a second message in his head, if my mother was playing away, then why shouldn't he.

"Can I sleep over with you tonight?" "Not sure, I'll have to ask my mum or dad." "You don't think he'll say no to me sleeping over do you?" "My mum might." "She might, but if you ask her nicely she might let me."

I asked my mother when she got home if Emma could sleep over, I was careful to do it when Emma couldn't hear us, so my mother wouldn't be guilted into letting her sleep over. My mother said that Emma had to go home first to ask her mother and to get some clean clothes. When Emma came back, we all ate dinner together, then we watched TV with my mother while my dad went back to his home office to do the work he should have been doing while he was photographing Emma earlier.

At nine o'clock my mum told us it was time for bed, she started work early every day and so she always went to bed at nine, I complained that there was no school on Friday and she would usually let me stay up a little later on a non-school night, "You can go to your bedroom, get ready for bed and then watch TV until ten-thirty up in your bedroom, but then go to sleep, no staying awake half the night talking."

We all went up the stairs together I waited outside the bathroom to kiss my mother good night, by the time I got into my bedroom Emma was totally naked and pulling a nighty on that looked like something from the Ann Summers playwear catalogue. "Is that yours?" "No, it's one of my mother's old ones." "She'll kill you when she finds out you've taken it." I looked down the front of her nighty, "You need a bra and knickers on under that, it's totally see through." "That's the point, what are you going to wear to bed?" I had a small pile, white cotton panties, white bra and cotton nighty, I pointed to my pile of clothes.

"It's far too hot for all that!" Emma went through my draws and found a thin nylon chemise, or as my grandfather would call it a Cutty-sark, a thin under garment that I would wear under a summer dress to stop light showing my body off through the material of the thin dress, well that was the theory but the chemise was thinner than any dress I owned it seemed a little pointless to wear it.

Emma was about to undress me but I slapped her hands away, Emma put her hands on top of my bra and knickers to stop me putting them on once I was naked, I slipped the chemise on, I didn't really have anything to hide, not like Emma, she had big breasts, very dark areola and very pronounced nipples as well as a very dense triangle of almost black hair between her legs. All I had was a few very dark ginger hairs starting to grow over my mound and my breasts as they were, hardly made a bump in the front of my chemise.

"Do you kiss your father good night?" "Usually," "We should go down and wish him a good night and you can give him his kiss!" That wicked twinkle was in Emma's eyes again, so I knew that she was up to no good. Emma took my mirror off of my dressing table and we went down the stairs, bare footed so that my mother wouldn't hear us.

The door to my father's office was open, he thought he was alone on the ground floor so wasn't being too careful. Emma stopped me just short of my father's office doorway, she had her finger against her lips to make sure I was silent, then she held the mirror at the side of the opening so she could see what my dad was doing.

I could see that my dad was in MSN Messenger again, Emma was trying to see who he was chatting too, mind you, he wasn't doing much chatting, he was file sharing with someone called 'MK Don' and the files were mainly pictures of Emma in various stages of undress, I also saw the picture of my chest again and the same picture of my bottom as my dad shared them with his other friend before.

Emma put the mirror on the floor and propped it against the wall before jumping into the doorway, "Hi Mr. Gibson, we just popped down to say good night." My dad jumped a little and rushed to close his chat with 'MK Don' down to try and hide the files he was sharing. "Who were you chatting to Mr. Gibson?" "Just a guy I chat to from time to time." "Can I say hi to him?"

At that moment the message pane opened again from 'MK Don', "Where did you go Ray?" My dad typed, "My daughter and her friend came in to wish me a goodnight." 'MK Don' sent, "Really???" "Can I say hi to him please Mr. Gibson?" Dad gestured to his keyboard in a 'help yourself' kind of gesture. I'm sure my father had expected Emma to turn his keyboard towards her so that she could type but instead, she squeezed between him and his table, sat on his knee.

Emma typed, "Hi MR. MK Don, my name is Emma, how are you?" The reply took a few seconds, "Ray are you pulling my dick??????" "He thinks I'm playing games." Emma asked, "Where's your camera?" "I don't have a webcam," "You have a normal camera and this looks like a lead to connect your camera into your PC, so it should be able to act as a webcam!"

My dad pointed to the corner of the room, I went to his camera bag and got his camera out of it. Emma intercepted the camera on its way to my father and she plugged the cable into it before turning it on and sitting it on top of his computer case, then she instructed the PC to use the camera as a webcam without once referring to the instruction manual.

Suddenly Emma's image appeared in the picture window on the MSN message screen, Emma waved her hand and then typed, "Hi!" On the keyboard, suddenly the PC's speaker crackled into life, "Very pretty, very nice and wrapped up so sexily too!" Came over the Computer's loud speaker, Emma turned the volume up and asked, "Can you hear me?" There was no reply, Emma went into the control panel and took the 'mute. Off of the microphone, "Can you hear me?" "Yes little darling, I hear you loud and clear." Emma beckoned me to join her, "This is Vicky." "Hi Victoria, you dad has told me a lot about you."

I gave an embarrassed giggle, then Emma took my hand and put it behind her, I didn't realise for a few moments that Emma had put my hand on my father's cock, I pulled it away as soon as I realised, ".....so, Tomorrow is the first day of your holiday, what are you girls going to do with your time?" I watched as Emma wriggled around on my father's knee, then she reached out for my hand again and this time, she placed it directly on top of my dad's hard cock, she had pulled it out of his trousers and she held my hand in place as she answered 'MK Don'.

"We were planning on going sofa diving in the morning, if we can find enough money down the back of it, we'll be going swimming at the lido." Because I was trying to pull my hand away and Emma was trying to hold my hand in place, it had the same effect as me masturbating my father. "Did you ever swim at the clay pits?" "Yes, before they fixed the fence and put a security guard there." "They had to do that for the insurance, and in August, they'll start dumping rubbish in the pits, by this time next year, the pits will be half full and no one will ever swim there again. I'm the guard there at the moment, if you come to the gate anytime; just ring the bell three times."

Emma felt the warmth against her bottom and realised that my father had fired off in my hand and against her bottom, "Well, we'd better get off to bed before Mrs Gibson gets suspicious and comes down looking for us." 'MK Don' said ,"Good night dear." Emma made sure that when she kissed my dad on the lips, it was clearly shown on the screen.

I just stood there looking at my wet hand, thick 'daddy-cream' piled up all over it like ice-cream in a cone. Emma grabbed my wrist, "Kiss your daddy good night Vicky." I did, that was shown on the screen too, then Emma dragged me out of the room, remembering to collect the mirror as we passed.

Once in my room, Emma told me to put out my tongue, then she raised my hand and touched my dad's cum against my tongue, "Tastes weird doesn't it?" Then we both wriggled down into my single bed and at Emma's insistence we both masturbated each other until we fell asleep.

6,134 Words.

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