So Alison and Bill have arranged to spend the night in a hotel together, they have not seen to much of one another at work with the Christmas holidays..., but enough to chat about what they did and decide they had no regrets and were both keen to meet more privately this time. For me I had been encouraging this to happen especially during the long and frequent sessions we had been having since the Christmas party, driven by me listening to Alison's accounts of the night.So dressed to thrill,. I wondered for a few moments what my daughter was going to do next to me. Then I found out as her thighs gently slid next to my face and her very wet pussy hit my lips. Instantly my tongue darted out and I took my first taste of my daughter's sweet wet pussy. She tasted so good and she had a very wet cunt. I love wet pussies, it was nice to feel and taste she was so much like her mom in that respect. I ate her out like I was a teenage boy all over again tasting my first pussy. She mewed. However, Joe continued to eat his breakfasts in the restaurant, and he was often joined by a few other older retired western men. Abbey always made a point of making sure that she was their server. She got to know the members of the group quite well. They were from different western countries, but they were all united in having decided to retire to the Philippines, and also in teasing Joe and Abbey about the fact that they were “living together.”The expression made Abbey blush because although. Glenda's attention was diverted from Warren as she took a moment to glance around the spacious living room. The walls were painted a deep, dark green and complimented by white trim. The celery green carpet was plush, not at all typical of a bachelor's pad at all. Several brilliantly colored French Impressionistic paintings hung on the walls. Glenda thought they were perfect for the room's decor. A compact, but fully equipped kitchen was off to the right and a pair of saloon type swinging doors.