.." theoretically speaking I've just tasted my daughters teen pussy on your lips" I said slightly shockedThen Bridget leant in and kissed me again."Ho... does your daughter taste daddy?" Oh god she taste sweet" I replied"Yeah she does" grinned Bridget still bouncing on my lap.I then pushed Bridget over on to the sofa, got on top of her, lifted her tanned legs up and started driving my cock deep into her pussy."Oh yes, that's the way, fuck me daddy, fuck me" grinned Bridget."You would like that. He'd had plenty of girls in the past, and disappointed most of them by his lack of control. But he'd never had a girl as beautiful or as sexy as Karen.Oh, how he groaned, regretting his condition! He remembered her black-bushed, juicy pink fuckslot, streaming with cunt cream, open and inviting--and then grimaced as he recalled how his hot fuckjuice had squirted out onto that sweet pussy before he had gotten in it.He thought about her sensual, full-lipped mouth, imagining the joy of having her. I peeked back at the window as I was trying to catch my breath. He was still there. I rolled over onto my tummy and my hand found it's way back between my legs. My hips slowly pumped up and down dragging my fingers across my clit. This is my absolute favorite way to masturbate. I closed my eyes and imagined my voyeur pumping me with his cock from behind. I spread my legs slightly so he could get a better view of what my hand was doing. My hips quickened their pace bouncing up and down as one. I did it whenever the road was free and there was a silence as we drove to the restaurant I had called and booked a small cottage (for two to sit and have lunch) and so the hotel waiter directed us into the small hut. It was cool inside and was compact for two. The huts (or cottages) had enough gaps between them to allow privacy to the guests. We made ourselves comfortable and ordered for some food. I told the waiter to take his own time and he understood the message. We started to talk about.