He had worked his way back up her body and was doing the back of her scalp when she drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to stay awake any longer.Misty... Compton awoke to impossibly bright light streaming through the bedroom windows. She stretched, and remembered the pain in her muscles the night before. It was gone. She felt wonderful.That lasted until she sat up, and the covers fell to reveal that all she was wearing were her borrowed panties. She looked around. The doeskin shirt and the. I look back at your miserable little mug and start to get turned on.Ignoring Trish I walk over to her and make small talk. I gather that Liz, she gives me her name almost too quickly, is the store owner’s wife. I don’t waste time. “So Liz, I noticed that you’re staring at me!”I see her flush slightly but she gives me a brazen grin. “Would you like to do more than stare?”She seems a bit startled at the challenge, but doesn’t let it faze her. “Trish, you can finish now. You lock up on the way. It was difficult to do that, but he agreed to it. I spoke to him about my desire for the Daddy/Son dynamic, and he was very responsive to that. He told me that he wants to be my Daddy, and felt it from the beginning. He said things like, “Daddy wants to take you his beach house, and make love to you all weekend long. All over the house, behind the house, on the beach, in the car.” I was melting when he told me that. I told him that I’d love to give him a long, deep massage from head to. Her auburn hair, full of sea salt and sand, pooled beneath her head. She clicked on her vibe and as it buzzed on it’s lowest level, she let it graze across her nipples. Overtop of her yellow bikini, the vibe was the perfect tease. She felt her nipples harden and the stimulation was putting her in the mood. Turning up the intensity, she moved the vibrator down, sliding her hands into her bright yellow bikini bottoms. Outlining the lips of her smooth pussy with her vibrator sent shivers up her.