"Well," he began. "Debbie told me she wanted to show her parents agood time, so I've made reservations at The Wharf and then we'regoing to go to a nig...htclub for dancing. She said her father hadtraveled with his tuxedo. Apparently, he and her mother like dressingup when they go out. So I thought it would be a good idea if I woremine. I'm glad you like it. By the way, how was your vacation?" Swell," I answered curtly. I was fuming that Debbie would go tosuch extremes knowing that I was going to. It was such a hot fantasy fulfilled, that we fucked each others brains out dozens of times in the weeks following, with the catalyst each time, being the memory of that incredibly hot night! We knew we could do it better the second time around, but in order to even give it a try, we had to be staying in a nice hotel. Let me explain what I'm talking about.The next few paragraphs are taken from my first story, “My Wife Picked Up In A Hotel Bar”. I'm using this to explain how the whole idea got. OMG... HARDED PLEASE DON'T STOP >>>OMG>>>OMG I'M CUMMMMM UMMMM >>>>> Kat pulled out and let Gail have the slut in her take over put the cock to her mouth she sucked and licked it clean and then some. Gail and my wife layed holding and kissing for about a half hour and Gail asked when she could try to please my wife, Kat told her that her k** would be home soon so she would have to wait till next time that she would pick her up a take her out soon. That friday Kat called Gail said are you. My father chuckled at me dryly. A weird, monotonous laugh that I had always hated about him. I gathered up as much breath I could and told him to shut up. It would have sounded like an actual threat if I had been able to stop myself from laughing. We laughed together as my cum ran down the crack of my ass onto the towel I had brilliantly placed underneath me before the call. My daddy always gave me a birthday present that left a bit of a mess. "Are you playing with your cock daddy?" I asked.