Clare enjoyed it whenshe was ordering a drink at the bar and some guy would reach up her skirtand pinch her bum but every time she turned around he wa... gone. This wasthe first time a guy had ever turned her on, her mysterious male lover,she would sometimes dream about him too. On the fourth weekend it all started to go wrong when she decide to be alittle naughty and go dressed as a hooker wearing a corset top, PVCminiskirt and thigh-high boots with fishnet tights.She'd been daring herself to. I ignored them and they did their best to ignore me but I could almost hear their thoughts as they threw disapproving glances at me."What's that fellow doing here? Look at his clothes. He's a disgrace."The person in the seat next to mine was a fat man reeking of expensive perfume. He sported a wispy moustache and a straggling goatee. He looked at me with his piggish eyes. He had a round face and an oily complexion. I could see that he was irked by my jeans, khaki shirt and the Nike Trainers on. We stood there in front of her daughter’s wardrobe. She took out one of her panties. Stood there with her ass turned towards me. Removed her pants and panty she was wearing and put on her daughter’s panty. She grabbed my hand and took me to the bed in the room.Smita: “Daddy.. do you like my ass?” she said bending like a bitch on the bed. Spanking her ass cheeks. Her daughter’s panty was too tight for her. Her wet vagina was clearly visible over her panty. Her ass cheeks hardly covered. I stood. She had consorted with the disreputable knight Sir Roland who was under suspension for his crimes against humanity in the Holy Land and her friendship with the defrocked Friar was looked askance by the rumor-mongers in the town square. There was even the rumor that he was a fallen-away Knights Templar with so many sins in his past that any priest with an ounce of common sense would refuse to hear his confession. She was ashamed that she had given the holy man some sampling of her favors on a.