I pulled away and left the other 2 to continue the pounding whilst I went to the toilet and grab a few drinks for us. I couldn’t get dressed as that... would seem suspicious, I also wasn’t supposed to know Keira was home so I walked to the urinal and left the door open. A little part of me hoped I would glimpse my 14 year old daughter spying again but that didn’t happen. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to grab the beers. No one in site. I came back upstairs and again no one was about. Had. Mind you, I had no intentions of being anything but just friends with her. So when I offered to meet her while working on the oft impersonal Las Vegas Strip, I had no idea what kind of effect good conversation and the surprisingly seductive ambiance would have on her female emotions and my male instincts. We met at Harrah’s, a centrally located casino on the strip, surrounded by venues such as the Mirage, Caesar’s Palace, the Flamingo and Bellagio. I pulled into a parking spot on the seventh. She was deep into the moment, rubbing her clit and pushing herself to a gushing orgasm when the door bell rang. At first she didn’t hear the door bell, but after it rang it’s “ding dong” a couple times she found it impossible to ignore. She reached down with a little hesitation and turned off the shower, then proceeded to open the door and step out into the steam filled bathroom. Heather grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her wet hair into a homemade turban. Once her hair was up she. ” For the next 20 minutes our moans filled the room. It was erotic and romantic at the same time. I was mesmerized by those huge tits making circles across her chest. She reached up and grabbed me by the arms, and we just fucked and fucked each other. I said to her, “Reach between you legs and play with your clit. I want you to cum again.” As she rubbed herself off, she replied, “God you fill me up so good. I need your big cock baby. Don’t stop fucking me because you’re going to make me cum.