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That night Uncle Greg and her father had collapsed the drive, the sex and the drinking had been enough. Remaining nude the trio had broken off with Uncle Greg falling asleep on the couch and Tom and his daughter retiring to the Cabin's primary bedroom. The night had been quiet as the two slept next to one-another nude. Throughout that night Sam had felt her father's warm nude body, either by her moving closer to him for warmth or by him rolling over and nudging her with a hardening member.
The morning had awoken her to the sensation of her father groping her large breast, hafting it, and smiling at his daughter. The orb was still coated in dried and in the creases sweat wet semen, from both her father and her uncle.
"Morning daddy," Sam said, her arms above her head in a stretch where she thrust her ample bosom at her father's appreciative face and then mouth. Sam moaned as her father cupped and sucked her thick nipples, then drew around the circumference of her cookie-sized areolas.
Deftly slipping her arms underneath her and to her father's chest, Sam slid them down his thick muscular frame till she found his veiny and thick uncircumcised cock. Sam pulled back on the uncircumcised head, gasping not only from her father's nibble on her thick nipples but on the precum and smegma mix her dainty fingers found. Coating a finger and bringing it up she sniffed the musky residue and then with an orgasmic gulp tasted the filth.
Tom Stopped, first when he felt his daughter's hands wrap around his thick oozing cock, but when she slid some of the smegma no doubt a combination of the trio's bodily fluids and baby oil. His daughter's fixation on the taboo bodily fluid roared his lust to life. Tom stopped sucking on his daughter's massive tits, opting instead to fondle them with his hands.
"Honey, did you just do what I think you did?" Tom grinned over the mountain of tits that hid his face.
"What was that daddy?" Sam was coy, biting her lip after she slowly slid the offending finger out of her mouth.
"Did you just do what I think you did?
"Maybe," Sam said with a giggle before wiggling closer. "Is that an issue?'
"Did you want to get the rest," Tom said with a husky desire in his voice.
"Can I," Sam said, going stiff, preparing to burst into action like a runner at a race.
