“Candy... My sweet Candy... That cameltoe... Fuck...”A heat flared in my pussy. This wicked and wanton itch. I wanted to squirm, to touch my twat,...but I had to continue to “sleep.” That was important. My eyes were just so heavy. My breasts rose and fell as I breathed regularly.“Candy,” Daddy whispered. “Candy, you awake?”I didn't answer. I was sleeping.“Oh, god, I can't believe this,” he groaned. “Only nineteen... Fuck.” I heard clothes rustled. I wanted to open my eyes. What was Daddy doing?. Then I’m going to shoot a huge load in this pussy and watch it drip down your ass crack and onto the bed as you lay there breathless. Now shut the fuck up and listen.” I moved my head closer and kissed the inside of her thigh. I inhaled and could smell her pussy already. It smelled of the day. A day of sitting in an office typing reports. A day of riding her bike to work and riding it back home. It wasn’t hot, but that little bit of exertion always led to a slight sweat. I always loved smelling. I opened the door, looked anxiously up anddown the hallway, saw no one, and tiptoed to the top of the staircase inthe entry hall. I called out quietly, "Lady Blackthwaite?" I had torepeat it more loudly before I heard her heels on the flagstones. Sheappeared at the foot of the stairs. A smile crossed her lips."Your attire is rather informal, Mr. Lyndon," she said."All my clothes are missing, ma'am. Do you know where they are?" Yes." Can you please bring them to me?" I can, but you won't be able. We had caught each others eyes and being the bold brash gentleman I approached and introduced myself. Rounds of drinks later here we were lustfully staring at each other ready to pounce. They requested that I join them in an hour and gave me the room number where we were to meet. I tried to find something to do but I ended up sitting in the parking lot staring at the clock on my dashboard until the appointed time. As I entered the hotel my heart beat quickly and my mouth was dry in.