Saffie crawled over to Zann’s hip, on the other side from me. My eyes scanned my daughter’s slim body with its hips, bush, waist and tits...“Der...ek...” grinned Zann, “Or do I have to call you Mr Roberts?”Oh. I sprayed her torso, and her tits.“You can call him ‘Derek’,” said my wife, “and you’d better call me ‘Amanda’, in the circumstances.”I passed the oil to Saffie, who sprayed the tops of the lean, beautifully muscled thighs.“I do like these circumstances,” sighed Zann, as Saffie’s delicate. After being drilled deep by 2 guys I decided to go for ice in my fishnet no panties slut outfit. My ass was gaped and sloppy and I was still horny as hell so walking the hall feeling the slop between my ass cheeks was mmmmmmmm and exciting. Well, after getting the ice for some reason my room card didn't work. So here I am looking like a ragged out $10 street whore with crotchless fisnets and lubed up gaped hole walking through the casino having to wait in a LONG line to get my room card. “What’s that?” “The ‘Itty Bitty Titty Club’, I responded. She laughing reply was, “Remember that any more than you can get in your mouth is wasted anyway.”She could feel my cock pressing against her ass. It was getting hard again and she noticed it. At my age it was getting harder for me to be quickly ready for seconds but I was today. She spun around and dropped to her knees. She put me in her mouth and put her hands on my ass cheeks. Pulling me in she let me know that she wanted me to. ‘Good', said Yvan: I think that was it, but now the finishing touch, remember? ‘ I was still a bit in - An absenteeism mood - because I just killed my first girl in a terrible way just so I could not think clearly. ‘Sorry Yvan', I said: ‘I think we must clean everything now'? ‘ No man: you forgot the most important rule concerning security; think!' Now I remembered: we must always be 100% sure she could not escape up so we must put on the – Indian scarf- In this case, I don't think she could.