There was and older gentleman buying drinks for us gurls to see who would go over and sit with him at the bar when it was my turn for the invite i wal...ed over and thanked him for the drink with a little pick on the chick he said your welcum why don't you sit with me i sid O K but not a the bar so he took my hand and led me over to one of the booths along the wall. we sat and he introduced himself has sam and he was in san diego on business that the taxi driver recomended this place to see some. He wondered if Isolde was more than just a pretty face – did she read real books, or just romance trash? He had seen the corner of a paperback book poking out of the top of her backpack. “Backpack! Humph! What kind of woman has a fight and walks out in the middle of the night armed with a backpack, sleeping bag and tent? She must be pretty resourceful,” he thought. He liked that idea. He had never found needy, clinging-vine types interesting. There had been plenty of them around when he was in. Even though he had jacked off in the shower only a couple of hours earlier, daddy was unable to hold back his orgasm very long. He filled my mouth with his come.Daddys cum was a little salty, but it had a fresh, almost fruity taste to it. It was delicious. I swallowed it – all of it.When daddy finished coming, I sat up and kissed him. I wanted him to smell and taste himself as we let our tongues dance together.Daddy’s hands were all over me, on my breasts, between my pussy lips, across my butt.. Her eyes opened wide as it thickened and lengthened and moved down into her throat. She moved her head back and forth on it savoring the feeling of fullness in her mouth and throat. It was almost like a magic trick had been performed. Something slimy and soft had gone in and now as I pulled back, my cock was as large and hard as it had been before we had started fucking."How do you want it Julie?" She said, "I want to mount you this time. On your back Peter. I want to slide down onto this.