I remember a bikini milking session, and I felt more slive than ever. He made me go to the store with makeup in but I did not mind. Soon the whole tow... knew me and they thought I was a preop due to my simetimes quite nice pumped rack. He organized poker parties and his friends loved to see me in lingerie. It reminded them of vegas thry said. I was fucked every day, my boobs were swollen from the salune and I was high every night. Once I went home, i found sime of my pictures on my dad's usb,. Her kisses on my lips were passionate too, and neither of us minded the fact that our lips were slippery and sliding around, covered in each other's juices.Finally she fell limply on my chest, turned her head sideways, and just breathed."I love you so much, Daddy," she panted."I know, baby. I love you too," I said. "Was that what you had in mind?" Better," she sighed. "Much better."I left her there to nap and got dressed to go up and relieve whoever needed relieving. When they found out their. I looked at it as a chance to get The Brit and Jeremy down for a visit. He could see how things were in New Wales, and we could pick his brain about the hotel bar business. If I played my cards right I could use it as an excuse for further trips. It was a total win, win situation. I just had to wait until Wilson got the numbers together, so he wouldn't know the real reason for my enthusiasm.While I waited I checked the email. I had one from the colonel. It was about a body guard gig for some. They still looked interested though slightly disappointed. "That's not making out!" said Aaron. Tara and I smiled at each other. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her face to mine. Her lips were soft and her tongue massaged mine. Her kisses moved to my neck and then down to my breasts. I cupped her breasts over her bra and ran my hands down her back to her ass, sliding my hands under her thong. It was a routine me and Tara had done many times and had proved to be a crowd pleaser..