And still single. I’ve always had the same problem with girls…no excitement. Nada. Zip. Zero. And yet, I’d always manage to find myself on a dat... with yet another conservative daddy’s girl, who didn’t know squat.Anyway, back to my story. When she moved in, it was like the gods were apologizing for hands that I had been dealt in the past. The woman’s name was Angel. Her parents must have known what they had when they named her, because she even looked like an angel. Golden hair and sapphire blue. Seconds later there was a knock onthe door. I took a deep breath and opened it. Krista was standing there,holding the bottle of wine she had opened for me."No sense wasting it," she said, holding up the bottle.I grabbed the bottle from her, dashed over to the table, set it down,turned and ran towards Krista, jumping into her arms, and pressing mylips tightly against hers. I can't begin to guess how long we stoodthere kissing, the door still open. At one point, out other corner of myeye, I saw. We stopped long enough for him to pull off my shirt so he could run his hands over my hairy chest. I pulled him back in for a kiss, but he kept his hands on my chest and started playing with my daddy tits. I played with his as he played with mine. now we were both moaning.He was getting a little impatient. He wanted what is in my pants, and now he was undoing them so he could pull them down. After he got my pants off, he seemed to get a bit more excited. He couldn't wait for my now throbbing. With my left hand, I was caressing her back. With my right hand, I was caressing her waist. I kept licking her cleavage and neck and shoulders and moving up towards her lips.Each time I sucked her lips, I gently kissed her nose and licked her eyes. I fondled her ears with the tip of my tongue. I wanted Neha to feel loved and wanted. I unhooked her blouse, and I could see her white bra holding her breasts. It was a sight I had fantasized about so many times in college..I removed her blouse and.