I saw she didn't have any other clothes with her, so I grabbed a t-shirt of mine and a pair of sweat pants that an ex-girlfriend of mine had left in t...he truck, they looked like they would fit Missy so she had something clean to wear. After dinner, we both took our showers and headed out to the truck. I offered to sleep in the driver's seat that night to give her the sleeper, and she said “I couldn't impose on you, taking your bed” and asked if I would mind if she slept in the sleeper bunk with. He breathed deeply. Life was good.He felt a hand in the small of his back, and another arm draped over his shoulder. He looked to his left, to see Anne, blonde hair up in a complicated looking knot, looking incredible in her ivory, flowing, strapless lace dress with a ribbon belt around her waist. To his right, Denise, gloriously curled red hair flowing past her shoulders and a slim gold headband holding the curls off her face and looking equally brilliant in her matching ivory halter. "My God Bethie, you take my breath!" I should have taken my top off." I love this, baby. I do."We sized the locket shots for printing and cutting. She liked the second of the two. "So romantic, don't you think, Dad?" "I love your profile. I can see your lashes. So pretty."Next was our kiss. The first viewing of that photo actually startled me. It was very dramatic to my eyes then, less so now, my salt and pepper head kissing her youthful face. "Send me that one, Daddy." I emailed it to her,. Perhaps it was the belt from her tunic. He wound it a little way up her forearms, pulling them closer, and then she felt him tie the ends of the cord together. With her hands restrained behind her back, she couldn't give her gaping pussy or her tingling clit the stimulation that she wanted. So she resigned herself to her fate of an orgasm-free sex session, resolving to focus on her master's pleasure.He fucked her with a steady rhythm, rocking her whole body to and fro with each thrust. As he.