It seemed like an incredibly early alarm. I felt like Abby and I had fallen asleep together after making love together just seconds before. But the clock was beeping at us to get up. I awoke with my morning erection ready to go. I rolled over, answered the alarm by hitting the snooze button, and then back towards Abby.

"Might as well start this day right," I thought. Under the covers, I carefully moved over Abby and, as my knees and legs came down between hers, she spread her legs to allow my cock to slip into her. I quickly and easily found the entrance to her vagina and I pushed the head of my cock through the opening. "Mmmm" was the sound I heard from her. It was barely audible. Her muscles grabbed me tightly as I slipped in. I could tell she was wet and thought that my cum must still be leaking out of her.

I rocked my hips back and forth to just change the angle, not to really press into her. After doing this for a minute or two, I raised my hips and my butt up, slid my body forward while holding my cock in place with the angle change, and then pressed my cock forward into Abby. This time the sound was a more definite "Mmmmmm" she let out, almost a purring sound as my cock slid almost all the way into her.

I teased her with slight strokes and angle changes. She knew there was still more to slide into her and I was just playing with her. She was waiting for that last stroke that would slide my cock all the way into her. I didn't make her (or myself) wait too long before I pressed the last inch or two into her. When I did, she pulled her legs up under the covers, grabbed her legs behind her knees to hold them and to give me maximum depth access to her and then kicked the covers off us and folded her legs over my hips.

"I love starting our day like this," she said.

"So do I," I replied, as I quietly started stroking in and out of her. We couldn't take too long making love. But it was certainly worth starting another day together like this.

The next thing I knew the 10-minute snooze period had expired and the alarm was beeping once again. I stretched my arm out and hit the snooze bar on top of the alarm clock for another 10-minutes and then resumed my stroking in and out of Abby. Although I had long since stopped counting how many orgasms Abby was having, I knew that she was having quite a few. I was getting closer to my own orgasm when, once again, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep,...and I was interrupted from cumpleting my strokes to my own orgasm. I struggled to reach across and press the snooze bar again.

"Where was I," I said to Abby.

"Getting ready to fill my pussy with that marvelous special cream sauce of yours," she giggled.

"That's right, I remember now," and I resumed stroking into and out of Abby. Orgasms were serious business and we had fun with them. But for me, there was no sense in rushing mine if I could savor the way the sensation seemed to spread throughout my cock and balls

In several minutes I was really ready to cum.

"Are you ready for my special cream sauce?" I asked softly.

"Oh, yes," she replied as she pulled her legs back up in the air to give me maximum access and maximum depth.

"Then, here it is," I said as I pressed my cock in as far as I could. I could tell my cock was inserted beyond her cervix and I stopped stroking so that both she and I could feel my contractions as I pumped another load of my cum deep inside her. It felt like a particularly long orgasm before my contractions subsided. But it was one of those late contractions that sent Abby into another of her orgasms. As she finished cumming, she wrapped her arms around my back and hers legs crossed over my hips.

We were face to face in the dimly lit room but we could see each other well enough.

"You're so good to me," she said.

"And you're incredible to me," I replied. We stayed locked together like this for a few more minutes. My cock had her plugged as my cum spread out inside her. We needed to get up, but we weren't quite ready to do so, yet.

"You've got a nice load of my cum to take with us to Boise this morning," I said.

She giggled and asked if I could resupply her when we got to Boise.

"I think I can make that happen," I said to her. "I think listening to your dad last night made us horny and gave us hot dreams."

We were laying there waiting for the clock to beep at us again when there was a knock on the door.

"Abby? Gary? Are you up?"

"We're up! We'll be down in a few minutes," I replied. Oh, the double entendre was thick with that reply.

The clock started beeping at us and I tried not to slide out of Abby when I reached for the alarm clock. This time I turned the alarm off.

We were laying there, sharing some kisses, when my cock slipped mostly out of Abby. The head of my cock was still plugging her opening. Eventually, as we laid there, we both felt my cock slip out of her. Fortunately, we had the towel from the previous evening to slide under Abby as my cum began to leak out of her. We stayed there in bed together for a few more minutes.

With a kiss, I got up and headed down the hall to the bathroom with what was left of my erection and little drips of cum on the end of my cock. After closing the door, I started the shower and then stepped in. While the warm water was running over me, I relaxed the muscles to my bladder and let my bladder empty.

I was noticing a scent coming off my body as the warm water ran over my skin. It was the scent of urine. Not the urine I had just released in the shower. Rather it was the scent of Abby's urine that I had drunk the previous day. It wasn't strong, but it was there and noticeable to me as the as the steam rose off my skin. I remembered that the same thing happened when I drank my wife's urine years ago.

Abby came into the bathroom and opened the shower door to join me.

"Hi there! Cum here often?" she asked. That was a line that I often used.

"As often as I can," I replied.

I told her that I could smell her urine coming from my skin as the warm shower ran over it.

"Do you want to drink me again," she asked. I told her it probably wasn't a good idea for me to go into a meeting later in the afternoon smelling like her pee. She did stand their in the shower and empty her bladder and I reached between her legs to feel her warm urine being released. We had a very nice shower together and then headed back to her room to get dressed. I dressed in my business clothing for the afternoon meeting. Abby put on a nice sundress. It was going to be warm in Boise when we arrived in the afternoon.

I went downstairs and Abby's dad was already making coffee and preparing to make us breakfast.

"How'd you sleep?," he asked.

"Solid," was my reply. It was an honest appraisal of my sleep after Abby and I made love the previous evening. As he was fixing breakfast, our conversation centered around what I'd be doing as part of the project and a broader discussion of the type of work I was doing in this stage of my engineering career.

Abby came downstairs and joined us.

"Good morning, Princess," her dad said. He had a short array of endearing terms that he would call her. Princess, darling, sweetheart, pumpkin were the most common from my observation. Abby and I called each other by endearing terms, too (phonetically "shoug" for sugar and hun for honey).

"How are you doing this morning? No nightmares about your mom and dad being sexual perverts?" he asked.

"No," she laughed. "Nothing like that." It was good to see there was a sense of humor about the news.

"Good!" he said and went about his task of making breakfast for us. There was nothing extraordinary about the conversation. The usual sort of stuff like it looks like we're going to have good weather, when did we need to leave, etc. About 20 minutes later we were done with breakfast and about to depart for I-84 East and our trip to Boise.

Abby told me "I have my travel bag and another bag packed upstairs on the bed." I told her that I'd get them in addition to my own suitcase and briefcase. The suitcase that contained all my work clothes and other equipment were already in the trunk of the car. It took two trips, but I brought it all down. In one bag, Abby had packed the video camera, lots of tapes, and the tripod. Abby was going to make sure that she had video memories for both of us to share.

A few minutes later, after everything was in the car, it was time to say goodbye. With a long hug and kiss on the cheek, her dad told her to "have a good time, pumpkin!" He hugged me, too.

"I know I don't have to tell you this, because I know you'll take care of her, but do take care of my princess" he said to me.

"I will, sir," I replied.

I walked with Abby to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her. As she got in, he said "call me later to let me know that you got there."

"We will."

I closed the passenger door and walked around the car and got in the driver's side. After belting in, with a wave, I started the car and we backed out of the driveway to head down the hills on the west side of Portland to I-5 and then to I-84 east.

It was light already and the sun had been up for about 30 minutes when we left. Once past I-205, I engaged the cruise control as Abby and I were starting a new adventure. We held hands as we traveled east. Abby had a smile upon her face even though she was quiet at first. We drove past Rooster Rock State Park where we had that incredible sexual adventure on the river side of Sand Island just two days earlier. And it was really just the warm up for Saturday evening.

As we passed Multnomah Falls, she said to me "I wish we could make love under a waterfall."

"One of these?" I asked, referring to the many waterfalls in the Columbia River Gorge. We could spend a couple of weeks checking out waterfalls in the Gorge for suitable sexual exploration. "I also know about a few of them in Hawaii."

"Hawaii would be nice," she replied. "Would you take me there?" she asked.

"Of course I would," I replied.

Reaching Hood River, Oregon, we were passing through the Cascade Mountain Range with Mount Hood to our right and Mount Adams to our left. From my previous trips down this Interstate highway, I knew that we would be entering the Oregon desert and it would be obvious once we reached The Dalles.

Abby was unusually quiet through most of this first 90 minutes of the trip. Maybe it was the early rise and start. Maybe it was the mellowness from making love the night before and this morning. Maybe it was what her dad shared with her about her mom and dad. It could have been all of those things. Abby seemed content to hold my hand as we cruised east on I-84. The further east we drove, the straighter the highway became. Patches of green were visible here and there on both sides of the river from irrigation with water from the Columbia River. I finally asked Abby if she was okay.

"Yes, I'm fine," she replied. "I'm just thinking about this weekend."

Well, there was a lot to think about and talk about. There was the time she and I spent together and the experience of the Columbia River beach, there were our backyard experiences, there was Peter and Trish and what we had done with them. But I suspected the biggest thing on her mind was what her dad had told her (actually us) about her mom and dad and the extramarital activities they engaged in. If it hadn't been for Stephanie overhearing a conversation, Abby and I probably wouldn't be having this conversation.

Now that we were on the open road and had about seven hours of driving time for her to think about what she heard, some of the shock was wearing off and she was trying to process what she heard and what it all meant. She was having difficulty putting her feelings into words. It wasn't so much that she "lied to" as it seemed that not knowing the secret part of their lives was the real surprise, like she missed something that she shouldn't have.

"So, how did Stephanie find out?"

"She overheard her parents talking about my dad and mom and this past weekend," Abby said. "They and Stephanie had visited with some family that had flown into town to see Stephanie before we went off to the campus the following weekend. Apparently, Stephanie's mom and dad got a report about the weekend's activities down on the coast."

"Stephanie overheard them talking about my dad and Glenna (the widow who her dad was now partnering with) and how happy they seemed to be for the two of them. Then they started talking about how that affected the group and started reminiscing about some of the things they had done together. They were unaware that Stephanie could hear them," Abby said to me. "Once Stephanie knew or knew enough from what she overheard, they told her what had been going on all these years. And then they called dad."

"And how is Stephanie doing?" I asked.

"She thought it was kinda' funny. She said she wouldn't have guessed her mom and dad were into this swinging/swapping stuff."

There were a couple of miles of silence between Abby and I as we were both thinking about what to say next.

"Remember what I told you about being discreet in how much you said and to whom if talking about us and what Catie, you, and I were doing?" I asked.

"Yes," Abby replied.

"This is the reason your sister and I told you that. Not that we were ashamed of it, not that we shouldn't be doing it. But other people might not see it in the same way and they might have a very different opinion about right and wrong." I said.

"It kinda' explains why your dad wasn't quite so put out about us having sex together or the threesome between you, your sister, and I," I added.

Abby knew that our warning was about more than sex between her and I or our threesomes. She knew it was also about what she, Stephanie, and her other girlfriends had tried to set up during Thanksgiving and the unsupervised lingerie party that Catie and I were invited to.

"But you still ended up fucking all of us in the end." Abby realized what she had just said and started laughing because she realized that it could mean anal sex.

"You know what I mean," she laughed.

"Yes, I do. And yes, I did," I said with a good natured chuckle of my own. "But remember, I waited until you were all 18 years old, that you all wanted to play together, and sometimes separately, and that you always, always had a choice. And I've trusted you, all of you, to be discreet, as well."

That moment of levity helped a lot.

"Can I ask you a couple of questions? They might help you sort this out," I said.

"Sure," Abby replied.

It seemed apparent to me thus far that Abby had few hints about her parents extramarital activities. I asked if, so far in her life, she felt like her parents cared about and for her and her siblings, like they were the most important people in the world. Most of the time, Abby admitted, it seemed like that to her. She brought up isolated incidents where it sometimes seemed that her brothers and sister got more attention. or that sometimes her mom or dad were too focused on work related issues.

"But they weren't the norm?" I asked. She told me that they weren't the things that dominated life. I asked her for examples and she gave me several work-related issues for her mom and dad, or things that her siblings did or were getting to do as they grew up (sporting events, school plays, etc.). She, too, would get to experience that and she had realized some of that as she got older. She mentioned prom preparations that she had seen as she grew up and then she stopped and teared up. She didn't get to experience the mother-daughter experience for prom preparation like her sister had (that was different for the mother-son preparations).

"I know what it's like to have something important like that not go the way you hoped or had dreamed of," I replied. "You dad misses your mom as much as you do, and particularly for something that important. Remember, he didn't plan for that either. But when the time came, you got to experience something that most father and daughters don't get to experience in preparing for the prom because he had to be there instead of your mom. He stepped up in a big way. And so did you. Don't ever forget that."

We talked about some other things about her growing up and though she might have felt slighted at the time, as she grew older, they didn't seem to be such an issue because she had her own age-appropriate experience.

"So, your mom and dad loved you all. Did they love each other?"

Of course they did, Abby told me, and she went on to speak glowingly of the love they displayed for each other or, at least what Abby took as meaning they loved each other. It was the way they were around each other that she took to mean that they loved each other. I asked her if she knew when they had sex. She wasn't sure. As she got older she thought there were times she knew but couldn't be certain. In retrospect, after he own sexual experiences with me she was more certain about some times, less than others that she remembered.

"But you didn't know whether and when they were having sex with each other much less with others, right?" She admitted that she couldn't be certain though she had thought it was obvious that they had because she was the youngest of their four children.

"So, what you now know is that they had quite a sex life between them. Your dad revealed that last night and they had this extracurricular and extramarital sex life that was part of their relationship. You and I will never know how important that part of their love life was in their love for each other. But it wasn't so important that it made any of you feel like their sex life was more important than you as their children," I said. "They kept a balance that was completely seamless to you, even if it was hidden and a secret."

Abby agreed that it seemed that way.

"And they had a deep love for you as family and each other," I said. Abby said she always admired the way they were with each other, more than just mom and dad, and hoped her life was just as filled with love as theirs seemed to be.

"You know, when we're in bed together or even talking like this, I wonder if I feel what mom felt or if mom felt the way I do when I'm with you."

"That's a sweet thought," I told Abby.

"Keep thinking those thoughts. While you might want to be critical because of the shock of finding out what they had been doing all these years and with whom, have some fun with it. If your mom and dad thought it was okay to have sex with others, it's okay for you to think about it, too, and imagine them with others, because they've already done it."

"For all you know, it might have been that *Special Breakfast Cream Sauce* that made all the difference," I said.

"Mmmm, you make the best *Special Breakfast Cream Sauce.* Do you serve that after dinner, too?" Abby cooed.

"I serve it whenever you need it, love," I said with a smile.

"Good, I think I'm going to need some more later on."

Abby reclined the passenger seat, lifted her butt off the seat, reached under her sun dress and slipped her thong off her hips and down her thighs. Once back on the seat, she took her thong off and hung it from the rearview mirror.

I kept my eyes on the road. I knew she was fingering herself (quietly) and playing with my semen that was still leaking out of her. After a few minutes of this she offered her fingers to me to taste and suck. This was as far as I could allow this in the car while we were moving. She might give any truck driver or van we passed quite a view. But traffic was light out here and we were making good time. We had finally reached the point where I-84 turns away from the Columbia River. Abby had satisfied her immediate need for an orgasm or two.

We stopped at a rest area beyond Pendleton, Oregon. We still had more than three hours to go before we reached Boise. Abby asked if we could have a quickie in the backseat of the car. I told her it was too exposed and I needed to be presentable for my meeting in Boise, once we arrived.

We returned to the Interstate Highway and continued east on I-84. As we returned to cruising speed and I set the cruise control, Abby asked "If mom and dad had wanted you to share some of your *Special Cream Sauce* with them would you have?"

"ABBY!"

"You said have fun with it,"

"I did say that, didn't I?"