Her pussy was glowing just thinking about it."Hey!" the man beside her at the bar gasped. "Aren't you Charlene Brower?"The brunette acknowledged her n...me, trying to remember the vaguely familiar man. She knew she had fucked him, but she couldn't remember when or where."Ray!" he grinned. "Ray Brock! I knew you years ago, when you were still in high school." Junior high," she corrected him. "You were in high school."They talked for a few minutes. Brock insisted that she join him for a drink in. His fingers massage soothingly over the faded imprint the bra strap has left, dip into the curve of my back before finding my buttocks. I love the way his hands meld to my skin, before he raises my hips to slide me along his skin. Something primal in me loves that show of strength. But I am not willing to be quite so passive. My legs are long and I know how to use them; they slide along his side, my foot playing over the skin of his leg, along the inside of his knee. He is ticklish there, I. "Mouth is soft, too."Um, hello, I'm right here. I wished I could risk telling them both to shut up and let me have my fun but I thought of a better way to get him to be quiet. Well, maybe not quiet, but definitely less sarcastic.I released him and brought my hand back through the hole. Grabbing the box of condoms, I ripped open one of the packages and put both of my hands through the hole. Again, I grasped his erection and stroked him with one hand before positioning the condom snugly over his. I didn't want to make her mad and have that cloud our weekend. She could taint what Jay and I just started. I decided to see what happened.Jay called, reminding us of our run; he was heading down to the lobby to meet us there. I told him we were just about ready. Then Sabrina exited the bathroom; seeing me hang up the phone, all she had to say was, "Dad?" I nodded, she giggled, and we got dressed.Our run went smoothly, then back to the hotel to change. Sabrina was being touchy-feely, which.