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 Well, here I am again, now a couple of months behind in my posts.  I did
keep up with e-mails, but real life events have been keeping me really
busy. Yes, I still have my daughter mostly every other weekend.  I am still
working two jobs and volunteering at the church.  That has actually been
the more time consuming of the three.  The summer time is when all of the
Feasts and Festivals are.  It's when the Church does their fundraisers. 
It's when people use the church hall for celebrations.  It's when people
get married!  Weekend after weekend, I'm forever setting up and cleaning up
a wedding mess.  Sometimes twice a weekend, sometimes twice a day!  Believe
me, I sympathize with the need to bring in funds.  I know as well as anyone
who works at the church how difficult and how important income is for a
church so I really try not to begrudge Father for doing everything he can,
but please.  3 weddings in 2 days is a lot to ask of me.  He officiates...
I set up, clean up, reset up, clean up and break down, usually alone and it
takes me hours to do so.

   Anyway, enough of that.  I have been busy to say the least.  Oh, I also
found a woman of whom I am very fond!  We've been "dating" if you call it
that.  I feel too old and too jaded to and maybe even too cynical to do
something as light and frivolous as "dating", so let's just say we've been
going out and doing things together.

   So I have read through my previous posts just to see what I was writing
about and what train of thought I had been moving on.  I'm still sitting
here shaking my head at what I confessed.  Since the CMP's haven't busted
down my door, I am assuming that what I shared thus far isn't too
incriminating.

   I guess the next notable event that took place was fishing again.  It
was some time after the initial trip of the season, and we had been on one
or two more fishing trips but they were all uneventful and just the two of
us.  On this trip, we did meet up with the original guys from the "Great
Revelation" and I don't think it was coincidence either.  I always head to
the same spot to fish and I'm pretty sure I mentioned it that first time.
They had let slip that they had looked for us a couple of times too.  I
really shouldn't have been surprised we ran into them again at the same
spot.

   Skipping the dross as much as possible for the sake of writing, we
exchanged pleasantries and headed to shore for lunch.  Unlike the first
meeting, it was hot as hell and really humid.  We stayed on the beach and
had lunch and a few beers, my little Angel was in her 2 piece suit and
playng in the water.  I joined her just to cool off a bit and we started to
horse a round a bit.  I would pick her up and toss her into the water like
a bomb to see how big of a splash she could make.  A couple of times, I
noticed her suit slipping and shifting on her tiny frame.  She didn't have
anything to show up top yet.  She was still flat as a board and only had
barely noticeable coloration for her nipples.  I noticed the guys were
watching quite intently making little comments to each other from the
shore. Then it hit me.

   The blood drained from my brain and collected in my dick.  The little
head started to do the thinking again.  I feigned being too tired and
needing a rest because she was growing up so big and she wasn't the light
little bean she used to be, She gave a little half hearted pout and as I
walked out, I said "Maybe John or Brian will play with you" as I made eye
contact with the one whom I felt was the "friendlier" and less "predator"
of the two.  We had spent a few hours together before and another few hours
now just chatting and there was just a general feel about them that I had.
They both seemed harmless, let me make that clear.  It's just one seemed to
be more of a "kid type" horse around kind of guy.  More of a fun guy rather
than too serious about life in general.

   I moved my chair into the water so I could sit down and still be in the
water and to get a better look at what I was letting unfold before my eyes.
The remaining guy brought his chair into the water too and we struck up a
conversation and the horseplay continued now with me as a spectator.  After
a few dunks into the water, I noticed the top had slipped up from my Angel
and before she could adjust it, he grabbed her again and dunked her again.
This made the top bunch up to her armpits and she was essentially topless
for us.  As she was catching her breath and clearing the water from her
eyes, he grabbed her one more time and held up her under her arms and left
her dangling in the air for a few moments as he turned to face us.  It was
like he was holding up an offering as he walked towards an altar.  By this
point in my experiences, and given what I had already known of these two
guys, he was bringing her closer for his friend to see.  Her pale nipples
were still only barely visible but his fingers were spread wide apart and
were framing her aureola making them much easier to spot.

   My cock started to grow thicker and firmer as the reality settled in and
the beer dulled my already oxygen depleted brain.  I was sitting in a
chair, drinknig a beer with a stranger, watching as another stranger was
groping and displaying my topless daughter to us, more for his friend's
benefit, but towards us nonetheless.  I made no efforts to stop or to even
tell her to fix her top.  Finally, the guy tossing my little Angel around
made a mock gesture of trying to be innocent and said "Oops.  You better
fix your top." I just laughed.  It was so painfully obvious, but I let it
slide.  She struggled with adjusting it and trying to get the top fixed and
I finally just blurted out "Honey, just take it off.  You guys don't mind
do you?" I looked at the silly smiles on their faces and I continued "It's
just going to keep slipping off anyway.  It's OK." She didn't bat an
eyelash and she just whipped it up over her head and tossed it to me to
hold on to.  I could see the bigger, slightly different grin on their faces
now as they started to play some more.

   After a few more tosses, my Angel decided she needed a break as she was
getting tired.  She plodded out of the water towards me and went to grab
for her suit top.  I stopped her and said "Wait.  Let's get some sunblock
on you again before you burn to a crisp and your mom kills me."

   Back then, the new spray type sun block wasn't out yet.  I had to do it
the old fashioned way.  I poured some oil in my hand and started to apply
it to her front.  From this position the guy sitting down got to watch as I
rubbed the oil into my little Angel.  I made sure I coated her whole torso,
but when it was time for her chest, I made a little more effort to rub the
oil into her nipples.  After our siting friend had an eyeful and a slightly
noticeable bulge, I turned her sideways to me so she was facing her
water-bomb friend.  He was treated to an already oiled and glistening
Angel. I did her back with oil then made sure I slipped a hand back around
the front so her friend could see a little bit of fatherly attention to her
tender skin.  Hell, he was grabbing her and feeling her up, he didn't need
that much of a treat.

   After I coated her, she didn't want to put her suit top back on.  She
was afraid the oil would ruin it.  Wouldn't you know it, the old pervs
sided with her.  "She's got a point dad.  Besides, you just put all that
oil on her.  She doesn't need the top on now anyway."

   Of course, I thought to myself.  So I made a half hearted exasperated
gasp as I tucked her top away next to me.  We spent the next bit of time
just sipping drinks and making small talk.  The idea of fishing had drowned
long ago.  I noticed my erection had faded as had my new "friends'" bulges
so I decided to see what I could stir up.

   "Honey, we didn't do your legs.  Come up here." She sighed and trudged
her way up to me.  I oiled up my hands again and started at her feet up to
her mid thigh, both legs.  The, reaching behind her, I oiled the backs of
her thighs up to her butt and slipped my fingers under the bottoms to oil
her cheeks better.  I let my fingers linger a little longer than necessary,
but I made sure both guys had plenty of time to peek inside her suit.  The
conversation was suddenly very quiet and I knew I had their attention.

   I spun her around to where she was facing the water now, but not fully
sideways to the two guys on my left.  I oiled the fronts of her thighs,
while still sitting behind her, and moved so dangerously close to her
peach. When they were both fixated on my actions, I let the tips of my
fingers slip under the front of the suit and again, I lingered longer than
I had too.  I swear I heard someone gasp.  It could have been me for all I
know.  Just as I finished, something possessed me, my hand, my thoughts...
I tugged a little on the suit bottoms to loosen the leg holes a little.  It
was noticeable.  The openings were looser and very plain to see that they
were not pulled snugly into her thighs.  Almost on cue, her water friend
popped up and said "Well, it's been a while.  I'm hot.  Let's go you. 
Water bomb!"

   My Angel squealed and started to run but didn't get far at all.  This
time we sat on the water's edge and watched a little more intently.  Her
friend seemed to test the waters with my limits and her's by picking her up
by the leg and arms now whereas before it was strictly by the torso or
arms. Each time he did so, his hand seemed to drift up a little closer to
her bottom.  At one point, he picked her up by her left arm and left thigh,
holding her horizontally facing us.  With her right leg dangling down, her
suit bottoms were being pulled in towards her peach.  Since I had loosened
them a little, they weren't staying in place too well.  When her water
friend looked over at me, I caught his eye and made a "subtle" gesture of
adjusting my bulge with the palm of my hand as I moved my can of beer.  The
implication wasn't lost on him.  At that, he hefted my Angel and caught her
again, but with his left hand firmly and squarely over her crotch.  He
wasn't fingering her to orgasm, but her was now cupping her firmly over her
peach and holding her threatening to dunk her.  I just smiled and moved my
legs a bit to make my swollen cock shift in my trunks and a little more
evident to him.

   That was all the encouragement he needed.

   For the next few dunks, we sat on the shore, not talking at all, just
watching as he hefted and tossed her into the water several times.  Each
time, grabbing her by the crotch now.  I saw his fingers under the edge of
the suit a few times too.  It was plainly visible, yet I said nothing.  I
just smiled.  My cock was at full hardness and just straining from the
blood pressure building up inside.  I could see the set stain from my
pre-cum seeping from my incestuous pleasure.

   When her suit bottoms were really loose and her butt crack was getting
exposed a little to much for my comfort, I put an end to it.  I said "OK,
That's about enough you two.  Come on.  We still have to clean up and get
home, then I have to clean all this stuff from all the fishing we didn't
do." I tossed the top back to my Angel and told her to put it on, time to
act like a lady again.  We started to pack and I could see he was trying to
hide his obvious attraction to what he had witnessed.  I think maybe he
felt a little embarrassed that he was hard from what he saw and that I was
aware that he was hard.  He was trying to bend over to hide his erection,
but not be too obvious about it.  Finally I decided to put his mind at rest
and I stood up with my aching throbbing cock tenting out my swim trunks and
turned so that he could see that I too was very obviously turned on and I
said "Well, that was a a lot fun." When he looked up to answer me, he saw
my bulge and his eyes popped out.  I think it took a few minutes for the
reality to set in but finally he smiled a little shyly and said.  "Wow. 
I'll say." Then he stood up and let me see that he was also hard.