“I’ll have the barbecue lit and the hot tub ready.” “Hot tub?” “Yes, didn’t I tell you? We got a hot tub installed a few weeks ago. It�...�s awesome. Bring your suit.” “Okay,” I said. “Or don’t,” he said, and laughed. “Okay,” I said again. “Ciao!” he said, and hung up. Was he serious about not bringing the suit? Sitting at my desk, I had a vision: the three of us naked in the hot tub, Nikki’s fine tits bobbing at the surface with the nipples now and then visible. I got an immediate hardon, and it. I WOULD FILL A CART UP WITH OTHER ITEMS SO IT’S NOT SO OBVIOUS. EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT THESE LITTLE ELECTRIC VIBRATING BACK MASSAGER’S ARE USED FOR. PURE PLEASURE! ANYWAYS, SO I PLACED THE MASSAGER ON THE COUNTER AND WAITED FOR HER TO RING ME UP. I TRIED TO AVOID LOOKING NERVOUS. SO SHE FINALLY LOOKED AT THE ITEM I PLACED ON THE COUNTER. I SWEAR THE INDIAN LADY AT THE REGISTER KNEW THE REAL REASON WHY I WAS BUYING IT BECAUSE SHE SMILED AT ME AFTER SCANNING THE BOX. I COULDN’T HELP IT, MY FACE. When she had finished he noted that her eyes would not meet his, she steadily looked over his head. Abby something's wrong here, hmmm, what could that be. She knew he was enjoying this, 'I know Abby, you're overdressed, take that dress off. 'She looked at him as if she didn't understand, what, she asked, my dress? Hey, he countered, Bitch, you speaka da engleesh, or I gotta get you an Interpreter?' No, no he said, don't, just go home, go home and pack your shit, you're gone at the end of. “Then go” he responded. “Ewww gross daddy! I cant make water all over you!” she said, pretending to be disgusted at the thought. In reality, she loved it. He grabbed her firmly, holding her in place, and demanded that she go. With that, she relaxed her bladder, and the hot yellow piss began to wash over his now throbbing cock, running down his balls, before she began to enjoy pissing all over her daddy, moving her hips back and forth, up his chest. She felt his fingers touch her pussy lips.