If you would like to see me flexing my pussy muscles, email me and ask me for a video of that. Was your pussy just talking to me? George asked with a ...little laugh. I scooted my chair back next to him as I replied, Yes it was. It was telling you to touch me. I felt Georges hand on my thigh as he worked it up to my pussy under my mini dress. The table had a tablecloth around it so no one near us could see what he was doing under the table. His fingers tease at my hair then brushed against my. I met some friends at my hostel and we went out to the bar area in Dublin. We saw some cute Irish guys. They were so charming with their accents! One of them seemed very interested in me. Next thing I know this Irish guy, William, is all over me at the bar. Complimenting my flat stomach and my face and anything he could think of. He bought me lots of drinks and we were having such a great time. Everyone was dancing around outside to street performers. BUT I had plans to leave Dublin that night. I’m not going to harm you or Tim.”“He’s my dad, Melissa,” I managed to whimper to her. “Damn it, stop tugging!”She stopped moving us away but pulled me up on top of her a little more so that she had me laying up against her chest while she tried to comfort me and protect me at the same time.When my head settled down enough that I could stop grimacing from the pain, I said, “Dad? Could you give us a few minutes alone?”“All right, but then you have to go to our room and get some rest.. My god it tasted so nice, kind of sweaty and saltyand hot. I looked up to see the biggest grin on his face and he said to me "go on, suck it".I took a breath and sank my mouth over his cock and slid my lips as far down his shaft as I couldand began to bob my head up and down, my lips feeling the bulging veins in his manhood. He puthis hands on the side of my head and began to gently fuck my wet mouth while quietly moaningso as not to wake his wife. Then all of a sudden he stopped and pulled his.