Sputtering, Sean floundered around in the water until he realized that the water wasn’t very deep. He stood up. He was standing in the middle of the...creek with water to his knees. His clothes were soaking wet.“What happened?” he screeched.“Sorry about that,” George said.Holding her nose in a very petite manner, Georgette added, “You smelled.”“That’s to be expected. I was in the garbage dump,” Sean said.“Hi Sean!”On hearing the shout, Sean turned around to see who it was. It was Thur and he. The key to maintaining any good relationship is, to tell the truth, so here also I did the same thing. I told her everything I had been feeling about her and she kept listening to them. She asked to narrate her a story and I did. We soon started doing sex chats and I used to masturbate thinking of them.After few days she had some issues with her ex-boyfriend so while talking about it we shared more information about him and she was feeling guilty about kissing him. I consoled her and told her. The bathroom was all marble and had a tub that could easily fit, well, three people. Jeri was right, the champagne was on ice and a serving table was set for us which had a large amount of strawberries and whipped cream in silver bowls on a bed of ice. Everything about this suite dripped with luxury and decadence. I imagine it must have set Brenda and Jeri back a few dollars and in the morning I was going to insist that I pick up the lion's share of the tab. We poured ourselves a flute of. I remembered Mom's words from the other night. "Close your eyes and let your Pammy suck your cock, Daddy." I leaned in, my nostrils flaring as I smelled his man odor. I wrapped my lips around the knob of his cock and rolled my tongue over his crown -- his precum tasting salty and strong. Daddy obeyed me and groaned as I sucked him.I let Daddy slip from my lips with a loud smack of my lips. "On second thought, watch me, Daddy. I want my Daddy to see his little girl suck his cock." I thought I.