He unbuckles his belt, takes the gun into his hand and presses the barrel into the soft spot beneath her jaw. She closes her eyes, moans into his kiss..., nearly goes limp. If she falls she knows Mint will catch her. He’s always caught her. ‘Montana gone?’ He says against her lips. He pulls away, trails the barrel down her chest so that it pulls her shirt down, revealing her bra, her breasts. ‘Gone,’ she says. ‘How do you know for sure, especially if he left the money?’ ‘We had this fight.’ ‘A. "No Dad, we did not do It last night. I admit I wanted to. I told you that I had saved my virginity for the perfect moment, and this seemed like the perfect moment. I'm glad you refused. It would have been the wrong thing to do. You had three times as much to drink as I did, but you still kept your moral bearing." If my moral bearing was so high, why are we lying in bed together, completely naked?" Good question. I wanted to make love to you. You refused. I held your erect penis and asked,. I rolled it around and pulled it outward and my daughter gasp and shoved her ass ever tighter into my throbbing cock. I continued with her tit for twenty minites or so and her gasps became more frequent. I wanted more and i was sure that my leaking pre-cum had soaked into her nylon panties. I let her tit go and slipped my hand down the side of her body and found the elastic waist band of her panties. In a flash, my hand shot deep down under the elastic and buried itself under the nylon crotch. It was long and a bit squarish with a rectangular set of holes along one side for the water stream. (You can look up the arrangement I am describing by googling the "Westin St Francis Shower", you will find some photos of the setup.)My girlfriend and I had experienced a long day, lots of driving, and while being in a fancy hotel with gorgeous sheets and her naked are enough to turn me on if I was on my death bed, sex just didn't seem like it was likely to happen. We wanted to relax. And I.