Sitting on a dock many years into our marriage, we enjoy a hot cup of coffee. We are over looking a lake from little cabin in the woods. Sitting huddled together on the dock; we shiver because the only thing protecting our naked bodies from the cold is a warm blanket and our combined body heat. Close together we sit, your hand on my cock, stroking it softly, with a small content smile on your face.
Although, most of the night had been consumed by lovemaking of every type, we have yet to shower. Cum is still on your body in almost every spot, from your cheek, down to your ass crack. Even dried, it gives off a small little glimmer on your cheek.
The quiet morning air is interrupted by soft barefoot foot steps of our 18 year old daughter, running up as she always does to greet us in the morning. Wearing nothing more than a light, silky, red colored robe, She comes up to us. Kissing you, she reaches down to caress a hardened nipple. Her tongue is flavored with a hint of orange juice, and her hair brushes your cheek as she says good morning in her special way.
With your hair and my eyes, she is a knock out to look at. Having both breasts pierced, and a small tattoo in the small of her back, she literally has to fight off all of the attention she gets. She gives no attention to anyone anymore except us. She is our baby. She is our light.
After tantalizing her earliest connection to food, she tells us that breakfast is ready.
Lovingly you get up and start to head back to the house to get it on the table. Before doing so, you give me a kiss on the cheek, and a slight grin is given to her. You rise, leaving the blanket, and walking back through nature, as natural as you were born.
