I get moist thinking about it." Kim squealed."Seriously. I feel a major shopping trip coming on. We'll have a formal dinner and that can be the after ...six cocktail style." Cam giggled. "Do you have a tuxedo, Mr. O'Neal?" Of course." Pete said, "We'll have the formal dinner next weekend at Lake Champlain."After a chorus of whats, whens and whys, he got the wows, yippees and tell-us-nows. "I booked a cottage on an isolated arm of the lake, fully furnished, private pier, kayaks, the works. No. "We shared a passionate kiss until I felt her grab my cock. I looked her in the eyes as she whispered, "Ben, I want you to fuck me." Put him inside" I demanded.She briefly massaged the entrance of her pussy with the tip of my cock, before putting it inside. Now that the tip was in, she raised her arms overhead and closed her eyes, leaving the rest to me. I didn't even have my whole cock inside, and already her pussy felt amazing. Then I started to fuck her slowly and gently. With each thrust, I. "I have no thought of stopping. We are alone in the house and no one can hear us. I rise up on my knees and pick up your sweet little hips in my hands and push as deeply inside you as I can. The thick rich cum already inside you acts as lubrication, and my nasty hard dick glides into you so easily. It makes the loveliest wet squishy sounds as I thrust into you again and again. You moan louder and louder and call out "daddy!" over and over. Your bed begins to squeak. I'm fucking you, my sweet. This is not happening, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes. Even though I still felt sick I began to envision Hannah in my mind. I thought of her the way I saw her this morning at breakfast. Her dark, curly hair cascading down onto her shoulders. Her brilliant blue eyes as they greeted me with an accompanying sleepy smile. Her thin, waifish body clad only in a long t-shirt that barely came down past her buttocks. Her long, slender legs. Her small, almost non-existent breasts obscured by the.