I expressed my shock and was about to get back out of the bed when she told me to stay there.I asked what was going on and she just said,'I know what ...ou and my mother have been up to.What would my dad say'.'Nothing if he doesn't know'.'Well he won't know,if i don't tell him.But that depends on you'.I realise i had been set up and that the daughter had got hold of her mums phone.I wondered what she had in mind but it soon became apparent.She pulled the bedsheets back and pulling her little. I rearranged myself slightly, kneeled more upright and with my cock held proudly I pushed it into her pussy. She was wet and I slid in easily.“Don’t hold back, fuck me hard,” she said.This wasn’t a position I was used to, so it took me a minute to find my rhythm. I found it hard to get as deep into her as I wanted. Sam was enjoying herself so I kept going. Her pussy was tight and wet. After a while, she sensed that I was struggling a bit.“Stop, I want you to take me from behind.” Sam got up and. As the afternoon ambled by, you could feel the tension in the room - the electricity, she felt, was palpable. For sure the room was cluttered, but he could have easily made space to pass rather than brushing by so closely; perhaps he was trying to steal a touch, brushing past her, to show her that he was interested? Her mind, wandering through beautiful thoughts, pondered if she had misread the signs, but she had definitely caught him admiring her at least twice, even if that second time he was. My bag was full of our toys and lube…. lots of lube. He had no idea what I was up to. Once I had it all set up, I started getting ready for the evening. Long shower (made use of the shower head and relaxed with a nice little orgasm), sexy “slutty” make up just for him, short skirt and no panties. Next up, liquid courage. I made my way to the hotel bar downstairs. Not many people, but there were a few singles at the bar. Got some champagne and joined in the banter with the bar tender and bar.