he just couldn't have his baby-girl out and about through the american roads; he knew exactly what nasty, sleazy truckers thought (and, sometimes, did) when they saw a pretty thing like lysa on the side of the road, baggage on hand, sweet face pleading for a ride. so he added some miles to his count on the way to the camp, to make sure the only shady driver to take his girl somewhere would be himself.
and what a lovely ride it was. the time away on those fancy labs and busy college dorms made him forgot just how much he enjoyed his kid's company, even beyond any carnal desires. as smart and funny as she's pretty... but god, that kid could be a tease. sudden interest in sucking her lollipop as sloppy as it could sound, hands unafraid to rest on his bicep finding their way lower (i'm on a driveway, lysa, fuck-), deciding to strip down to skimpy underwear on a particularly hot day, cuddling painfully close when they slept at the back of his truck.
so he couldn't help but be nearing manic on the last day of their road trip, adjusting his boner a constant part of his driving. they were finally arriving to camp, when they could finally do whatever and whoever they wanted; and mano wanted hard. when he arrived, he didn't even think of checking on the other families, or to see if any of his other relatives were there either. he grabbed his and lysa's bags with one hand, his girl by the other, and went directly to their long-assigned cabin.
and, when he crossed the door and closed it behind him, the bags were already on the ground, and his manly hands were over his boy's beautiful body. lips find lips, and his strong grip pulls their waists together, his erection reaching for that pussy even under layers of jeans and fabric.
