.. he knew it wasn't his customer since he had seen her upstairs. However, there was no way that he could work his way around the stack of crates grac...fully to get a look. Instead, he found the case of wine he wanted and lugged it up the stairs. He left the light on and closed the door quietly.In the kitchen Ryan filled a tray with glasses of wine and at Jigs instructions took them around the room. Surprisingly, or maybe it shouldn't have been, Ryan was hit on by several of the now very. She kept one hand around her father's neck, while her other one ventured down to whale his rigid prick was. Not exactly sure what to expect, she cupped the big bulge there and then squeezed."Diane!" John gasped, increasingly aroused by his daughter's touch. "Stop that!"But his protests carried no weight at all now. He didn't even try to get away from Diane as he spoke them. His cock jumped under her touch, and Diane curled her unsure fingers around it. She couldn't believe this was really. When we got to the hotel Carlos said that he had a bottle of rum in his room and asked if we wanted to go to his room. I asked him to instead bring the bottle to my room and we could mix drinks there, he said ok. As my wife and I waited for Carlos to show we kissed and I fingered her pussy, which was wet as hell, I found out later that Carlos had rubbed his crouch against her when they danced and he said that she was pushing back against him as he did it.That explained why her pussy was so wet.. She seemed a little nervous around me, stammering and not knowing what to do with her hands. She nonchalantly poked around the playroom, picking a few toys here and there, finally settling on a jump rope, and attempted a few jumps. ‘You really were so funny. No doubt! Everyone is talking about it. It was so funny, though our moms are yelling at us because of the champagne.’ ‘She’s right.’ I said. ‘You should stick to beer.’ ‘Can I have a sip?’ she said, and I handed her my bottle, which seemed.