It seemed like it might be the perfect "meet your daughter" place.Suzette was supposed to call back earlier in the week, but didn't. I received no ans...er at her house and only voice mail on her cell phone. When I called her, Marie said she hadn't heard from her in a couple of weeks. I was leery about what I was wandering into, but right at the appointed time Suzette and Lexi came walking into the hotel lobby. Two tiny red-haired pixies headed over to the only group of people waiting to enter. Large gasps of air, I drew in. My pussy clamped down waiting for the cock. I wanted to nurse that head, jam it up against the wall of my cervix. Squeeze it until it popped like some teenage boys over ripe zit. Push that thing to it's limit, and make it burst, make it gush forth in my pussy. He stood up, throwing his clothes elsewhere. His hands came to my thighs. He yanked my shoes off, and ripped my jeans off of me. I sighed in relief, wiggling my hips wider, scooting back so that I could take. Once we got past the pub I pulled my vest back down both me and my partner laughing at the response I had got! We arrived at the lake and found a reasonably discreet area where we stopped for a rest. That was so hot back at the pub, my partner said. I know, I replied, you should feel how wet I got from doing it. My partner reached over, lifted my dress and began to rub my pussy through my thong. Mmmm, he said, you are wet. He carried on rubbing my clit through my thong before pulling it to the. “So, fill me in please and don’t keep me in suspenders any longer,” I joked. That reminded me of the variation of stockings and belts I’d found in her grandmother’s bedroom. Lou hadn’t got the quip and bounded on.“Well you know ... like ... I stayed at Cecily’s while...”“ ... Mummy and I weren’t around,” I prompted her eagerly, nodding. “Good fun yeah?”“Cripes yes daddy, it was cool. Her brother Jago showed us some snaps on his phone and he had to goto the toilet and left the phone so Cecily.