I kept pissing, but even as I finished, before I could pull my softening c**k out of my daughter's ass, I heard the door open. My daughter lifted her head off the rug. I raised my eyes from looking at her asshole. Standing in the doorway was a park ranger, his flashlight on us.
"Oh, god," she said. "We're saved."
"Oh, f**k," I said.
I yanked my c**k out of my daughter's asshole and stood up, grabbing my pants. "Hello!"
"Sir?" the ranger said. "Ma'am?"
Both my daughter and I tried to dress as the ranger stared at us, his flashlight adding light from the dim morning sky. Once we were back in our jeans and shirts, I tried to explain.
"Uh, uh, I can explain."
"Are you Barry Griffin and Abby Griffin?"
"Yes," I said. "I know it looked like we were doing something weird, but we were, uh,
