Cassie stripped off her vest top, and jeans revealing the skimpiest red thong as her only remaining item of clothing. She slid the thong down her legs... and stepped out of it before going over to the bedside cabinet. After removing a bottle of massage oil, she indicated that I should roll onto my front and relax, before kneeling over the small of my back. A generous pool of oil was applied to my neck and upper back and she set to work. I felt a warm glow of relaxation wash over me as Cassie’s. I was a bit nervous, but didn't sound like it."Why?" She asked, placing her sandwich down on the table."Because I fucked her last night," I said.She suddenly froze. "What?!" she asked, probabley uncertain about what she had just heard."I fucked her," I repeated."My god! DAD! Don't even joke around about that!" She yelled. I was a bit amused by her reaction. She seemed a bit confused as she sat eating her sandwich, not knowing if she should take what I said seriously. She ate quickly, not really. Her smooth skin was flawless; her flesh, while not porky, was cushiony not bony. I imitated her earlier motions with my hands as we kissed very deeply. Our passion grew, and I felt her wetness below. This brought on a surge of lust, making my tool suddenly attempting to standup. Feeling this pressure against her crotch, she spread her legs apart, rewarding me with a sudden increase of moisture and heat. I groaned from the pulse of lust this created. I felt her crotch sliding up mine, and before. As he was greeting them, Marion saw the Mercedes pull up at the entrance and come to a stop behind the Rolls. She lightly squeezed Don’s arm. When he saw the girls, he told the manager who then waited with them for the girls to join.The manager, casting around for something to say, finally said, “That is a magnificent tiger.”“Thank you, sir,” Donald acknowledged. “Sir Duke, why don’t you say hello?”In an instant, Duke moved into his house-cat position and extended his paw. The frightened.