Where is my thinking at? The fight to be her parent or her boyfriend. In a way i am very lucky...so i go into her room and fuck my sweetest daughter. ...Feels soooooo good. Such a good girl ... no fight...no nothing..she knows who is in charge. She just lies there like a dead fish and lets me do all the work. Her nice sweet lips. Her fresh vaginal area. Her pussy tastes soooo sweet like brown sugar on buttered toast. How is it that i am a very lucky guy. Well what happens is after this takes. I wasn't naturally getting hard though with a little manual coaxing, I felt myself stiffening. Her soft fingers lovingly stroked me and readied my prick for sex. In the semi-darkness of the cabin, she straddled my lap and wrapped the blanket around her waist loosely. I held onto her and softly thrusted into her pussy. Being partially numb I had a difficult time working myself to the point of no return. Erin didn't care that it took me longer. She was soaked. Her tunnel gripped me wetly, a firm. “Like what?” Andee told them about some of the things she had heard about what goes on, and what gets on, in a hotel room. Each of them took turns trying hard to gross the others out; and gradually the conversation became very sexually-oriented. “Guys, I think maybe it’s time for me to go. I don’t think I want to be the cause of any divorces,” Andee said just before swallowing the last ounce of beer in the bottle. “Don’t go yet, we’re just having some fun. Besides, only Steve has to worry …. .. a problem he hadn't noticed at all.It was easier to adjust his schedule than he'd thought it might be. He wondered if he'd had a night job in the past that he couldn't remember. He went to work before Lulu, and got off before she did, too. He almost always ended up at The Early Girl for breakfast. He didn't "fit in" there, yet. He was still an outsider. But that was OK, because sitting alone in a booth let him read over the printout of his night's work, while it was still fresh in his mind..