No matter, it only had to last long enough for me to get home.I packed the overnight bag, and left the room. I went to the front deskand checked out. ...ince I'd paid cash earlier in the day, I only had todrop off the key and pick up the receipt.I walked out of the hotel, and went down the street to a bus stop andwaited on the bench for the bus. I wanted the bus this time so the cabcompany would have no connections with anybody going back to my placefrom the hotel. It soon arrived, but as I was. “Daddy?” I started, trying to sound nonchalant but fighting a rising excitement. “Yes Princess,” he offered sounding really breathless as if he were running. “Would you teach me to suck it for you?” I didn’t break my rhythm on his wonderful cock. He looked down on me questioningly. “You don’t have to do that baby.” “Did Mummy do it?” “Sometimes, why?” “If she did it then I want to. Please Daddy; I know I can do better than her.” “Do you want to try it sweetheart?” “Oh Daddy, yes,. She seemed to blush too as if it was unprofessional of her.She stood up and gave an awkward cough. I watched her walk to the door and look out the window. To my surprise, she locked the door and walked back to me. She held out her hand to me, so I gave her my hand. She led me to the back of the class and stood me against the back wall. She gave me a weak smile and then slid her hand up my trouser leg and cupped my crotch.She smiled at me as her hand started to massage at my crotch, and she. I was 13 when Rita became a permanent part of our family. I listened night after night to them grunting and banging in the bedroom and tried so hard not to imagine what was happening in there. I also, as my body began to change, tried hard not to let it excite me but more often these days as they were next door I would find my fingers straying to my little tight pussy, imagining what it would be like to be doing all they were doing. I would frantically rub my little bud of a clit as I listened.