“Take your dick out, honey,” she now said softly. “I want you to jack off while I show you my knockers. ”Immediately my hand went down to my z...pper. I had to push my swollen cock down some so that I could slide the zipper down. I paused for a second then, thinking of what Ms. Candy might think of the size of my cock. I’d never even dreamed that something like this would ever really happen to me and I wasn’t quite sure what to do.“Go on, sweet thing,” she urged. “Take your prick out and let me. The place is beautiful—did they hire help or are they that good? I’m guessing a pro; the colors and textures just right, giving the place a warm but still modern feel. Several candles enhance the warmth.On the couch is a blonde, also young. Her hair is nearly white, maybe is white, but doesn’t look dyed. She looks at me, but I can’t meet her eyes, and look away blushing. The brunette steps in front of me. She motions with her hand as she says, “Spin around. Let’s see what Hatch has sent. I found a good rhythm with my tongue on a particular part of her vagina, and her thighs clamped down suddenly on my head. “Oogh, fuck yes, Quinn, keep doing exactly what… you’re doing… right there… don’t stop… but don’t slow down… or go any faster… okay?”I didn’t reply with words, but kept up what I was doing, licking away, tasting her and enjoying her. “Good… boy…” she panted and moaned, starting to shift and almost vibrate in place.I swear I could feel her orgasm ripple through her. It. I caught myself watching my daughter's backside. Even the soles of her feet were attractive as hell. 'How am I going to get through this torture?' said that voice inside my head. Luckily, the resort catered to upscale clientele and I had a suspicion that older men with younger women was more for par than not.That afternoon, we tried to spend the type of 'quality time' that my wife had so ardently counseled to my daughter and me. We four played a little tennis, we went horseback riding along the.