I said 'sure', and mommy suggested I wear my new negligee for him. It sounded good to me. I thought it might help Ron to think of some new things t...o add to our routine. And I was right." It looks like you were getting pretty good at this," I said, chuckling softly. Charlene's eyes got big and a guilty smile crossed her face, but she said nothing. "Ron said he liked my nightgown and then he started his usual massage. He got to my favorite part, where he worked his fingers under my silky. She glanced at the clock it was nearly 7.30, she could see no-one new in the reception area, and she smiled.She took a sip of her drink and as she was about to swallow she felt it, where the fuck was he? Sarah looked around the bar; no not there she scanned the reception, not there either! She felt it again and this time it took her breath away. She looked around the bar, nothing! Sarah noticed dawn leave wearing her coat and a young guy takes her place behind the reception desk, was it him?. He is sucking on them softly, biting enough to keep my mind in the lost haze. With my legs open to him, he rests between them perfectly. He lifts me at the best angle he can and I oblige to him, giving myself to him. I feel him rub the head of his cock over my slit, soaking it with my juices. I’m so wet, it doesn’t take much. He’s made me orgasm a few times in the soft, sensitive tease he’s putting me through. I’m rocked with pleasure, I feel like liquid, and my need for him still so strong. He. How Amy was like a daughter to me.Was.Not ‘is’. ‘Was’.Which surely means that I don’t now, right?It was 13-year-old Amy that was like a daughter to me, and the simple truth is that the woman staying at my house tonight is not her. After she tried to kiss me during her first visit, I could no longer think of her in that way. Maybe I wouldn’t be saying this if she had been in my life constantly, but she wasn’t. Try as I could, I couldn’t even picture her as a 13-year-old anymore. I just saw her.