He returned her soft kiss and relaxed. She at least wasn’t going to call rape. ‘I’m sure we can come up with something suitable. And I promise ...hat you’ll get wherever you need to go tomorrow just as soon as we eat breakfast.’ He rolled into grass beside her. ‘I wonder what I did to be lucky enough to meet you?’ He asked, pushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face. She rolled over to face him. ‘Was it luck or a curse?’ Her hair hung in wet little strands and dripped from the rain. She walked to far end of the kitchen but as she passed the counter something snagged on her towel almost pulling off. She grabbed a hold and tugged, but could not dislodge the towel from whatever had snagged. She started reaching the towel to try and find out if there was a nail sticking out of the counter, when she felt a little pee try to force it’s way out of her bladder. She clamped her hand on her pussy to try to hold the pee in, and felt a little dribble out against her palm. “Damn. Adam asked bright, genuine questions about me rather than simply talking about himself. But more than that, he actually listened to my answers, as if he viewed me as a new and interesting friend to be discovered and enjoyed rather than a captive audience or a lucrative client.Any girl reading this will immediately know what I mean.Okay, we didn’t have the same educational background or come from the same income tier, but it didn’t matter. I’m sure his strong Manchester accent would have grated. It almost seems ironic - but thankfully he quickly resumes his powerful, overwhelming thrusting into my incredibly needy, well used ass.I am in such a state of overload. My vulnerable condition only fuels the wonder of my complete surrender to him. Though my insides are now hurting some - the rest of me feels like I am floating on air. As Daddy thrusts faster and deeper into me I know it is near his time.With another mighty growl and a loud guttural groan, my Daddy is beginning his orgasmic.