I remember feeling her curly pubic hair and then the hot, slick wetness of her pussy. I would lay and rub her pussy for what seemed like a long time ...nd I am pretty sure she came on my hand as I remember it getting even wetter. She also softly moaned and her hips were all over the bed. All this happened under the covers and in the dark, so I never saw what I was actually touching, but I knew she liked it. We did this every night for most of her stay. Honestly, I don’t remember her touching. Her eyes were open and she was staring at me, no doubt wondering what I was doing. Still, neither of us had said a word yet.I pulled off my shirt and now as naked as she, I got on my knees on the lushly carpeted floor, my hands gently but insistently pushing her legs apart. Again, she offered no resistance. I moved between them and began to kiss the flawless, smooth skin of her thighs. I was about to work my way up to the place where I had just planted my seed when I felt her hands in my hair.. "Lick my fuckin' arsehole... hard and deep!"Todd really plunged in and I ground his face as rough as I could into my splayed hairy crack. The speed of his hand on our cocks showed me how much he was loving it, but then he surprised me by pulling back, gasping for breath as he let go of my dick."Turn round, Barry!" he panted up to me. "Let me suck your cock!"Since no-one had ever said that to me before, I did he what he asked as quick as I could before he had chance to change his mind! Not that. Wendy, my friend Wendy. Then she smiled again, and led her boyfriend out of my sight, while Baz talked to Gary, the owner of the club. While my daughter and I fucked an arms length away. I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had watched me being fucked, spit roasted. “Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked. “Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I noticed. She was as yesterday, topless, but.