. watching my long, thick cock pound up into her mother's bouncing cunt until finally we both achieved the delicious release we were striving for. Sue...stares at us through passion-glazed eyes, her own voyeuristic arousal patently obvious. The crotch of her white leotard has bunched between the lips of her young pussy, and her wetness has stained through to darken the thin strip of fabric pulled into her slit . She is such a gorgeous-looking girl, her long, blonde hair cascading down her back,. " Maybe, but we ain't afraid of the dark. I bet Sarah sent you over for sugar and you forgot to ask how much. That means you're stallin' for time. OK, I'll come over till the lights come back on. See if you can feel around there for my sneakers." Which direction?" To the right, I think. Sniff around.. They're old."She found the sneakers, flipped them in my direction and headed for the door. I held the flashlight for her. She thanked me.Nice girl.We waited out the emergency, chatted awhile about. I peeked in and almost died.Dad was sitting back, sleeping on his leather recliner. There was an empty bottle of vodka next to dad and he had the remote control in his hand. But all that wasn't what was weird, it was the fact that dad was sitting there naked in all his glory, the remote was in one hand and his other hand was covering his crotch. It was my dad, but I looked on more out of curiosity then lust. His broad chest had a smattering of grayish black hair on it and his legs were rather. She isnaturally dominant and appears to be able to spot submissive males amile away. Her accent is really hard to place, sometimes with a twangof Irish, sometime South London and others from the Home Counties itforms an interesting mix and just makes her easier to listen to.So onto the taster session, although it was our second meeting it wouldbe our first play session, first of many I hope. So we book a hotelroom between where we live just on the south west side of London, do itas a day room.