We made arrangements to meet at a cheep road side motel. He was in the room and as soon as he opened the door for me he grabbed me pulled me close, ...isses me i parted my lips feeling his tongue pressing against them. His long tongue slide in and I flicked mine over his. He was moaning and holding me tight.We broke from our kiss and sat on the bed. He confessed that all he could do was think about me and he never had a blow job like the one I gave him and he wanted to take it further. He also. He immediately pulled my shorts down to my ankles and took a second to admire my thick bubble butt. Tan lined from days outside in the summer. He squeezed and rubbed my butt for a for a short while just like I had asked for. It was always my young fantasy to be have my butt worshipped and admired by a eager daddy. He then spread my cheeks open and began to tongue my tight hole as he reached around and roughly stroked my rock hard penis with his rough working man hands. He then pulled me down. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, whimpering, softly urging him on. He slowed, gauging her readiness. "Damn it, don't stop...." she whispered against his neck, sliding against him, rocking with his motion. "I never plan on stopping." He began again, feeling the surge cresting more slowly this time. She pulled her hips closer to his body, feeling her own orgasm coming now. She wrapped her legs tightly against him and used the leverage to press her pussy tight against him, taking his. Come in for coffee I said, and he did. I’d never noticed what a good looking man he was, separated from his wife for years and not short of female companionship. Looking at him in my kitchen I could see why.Now you can all see where this going to end up.... but for good order I will tell you just how it happened, sort of. We had always had a good relationship, loads of banter, never a hint of impropriety. Yet there in the kitchen I could see my future husband as he would be in years to come,.