The longest vacation dad had taken in forty years. Whenever I got together with them when they were down in Florida he'd grumble about missing work, t...hat he was just wasting valuable time.But, after a good meal and a couple of drinks, he couldn't stop himself from describing the fish he'd hooked that morning, or the putt he'd made for birdie on the fifteenth hole, or the day trip up to Gulfstream to wager on the ponies.Who was this guy? This was my father? He even said, a couple of nights. She’d never felt any pain like this on her tits. She was shaking. She gathered her strength back and stood tall again and almost rebelliously thrust her tits forward once more. SLAP SLAP rang through the room.Again, Gracie’s knees failed her. This time, she hung from the bar and did not stand as her legs were shaking too hard. “I am sorry, Master. I will not fail you again.” Her tits were both crimson on the outside where Daddy had struck them. Slowly she stood tall, tears running down her. “We’re friends, but nothing more than that. She wants to date, but her Dad will only allow her to go out with me.”“Why you?” she asked, “in particular I mean?”“He knows me, and knows I wouldn’t hurt her, and I’m Mike’s best friend.”“You would never hurt anybody intentionally David,” she said, rubbing my arm.“Oh I could,” I replied, “believe me, that night in Munich I was praying for your new boyfriend to say something so I could hurt him.”“Oh well, yes, you are an absolute terror on the rugby. He’d dip a finger into her molten pussy and paint her juices along her hot slit. Stroke her back and forth till it was slick with her juices and her hips gyrated uncontrollably. Jenny lifted her hips as she eased her pyjama bottoms over her hips then kicked them off her legs. Free of her pyjamas, she was able to spread her legs wide apart and she groaned as she slid her hand between them, running a fingertip lightly along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, teasing herself until her body.