I slept to get rid of jet lag walked down to lobby and she was gone (so morning shifts). The next 2-3 days, I saw her around the time I used to leave ...or office. The fourth day she called up and she said, she is sending a boy a with a feedback form to be filled about hotel. I filled everything and at the end I added a note saying Daisy is really good about taking care of customers. Fifth day she was waiting when I was leaving for office and thanked me for the note. Our conversations were going. She lay on her bed furiously rubbing her now soaked pussy. “Oh fuck” she muttered as she came. She lay there and then it struck her. BBC. Big Black Cock. My God her mother was being fucked by a BBC while her father watched and then participated. She got herself off again as the images of her parents and Walter spun around her brain. Finally she fell asleep wondering how she could face her parents in the morning after seeing what was going on.In the morning she went downstairs. “Hi honey” her. Out of simple curiosity she scrolled the photo menu downward, just to see what kind of shots had been gathered in the later years. Here things grew a bit more grim since the entire last section of photos were mostly posthumous newspaper images that accompanied articles dealing with his shooting and its aftermath. These were somewhat depressing and she did not call any of them up for examination. Her mouth was opening to tell the computer to shut down for the day when her eyes happened across. Good provider, stable, dependable and all. Sooo, (weirdness) let's get off that subject because we were talking about howI like to phuck. Phew! I need a new paragraph. I didn’t always have this big sex drive. You know, wanting it every day, at all times of the day and night. It happened all of a sudden. It all started on a tropical island.......Dramatic music plays and you see Mr. Roark in his white suit and Tattoo yells, ‘The Plane! The Plane! There I go dating myself... So I went to the.