A dialup of Vaseline in just the right place. I paid for admission and entered the arcade.There was a crowd alright. Several men leaned against the wa...ls close to the entrance. I checked the first row of booths. The two with the gloryhole are full. I move on to the next row. The booth at the end has no door. I can see the exposed rear of a young man bent up just beyond the door way and I see the dude that had dropped is pants to fuck him. As I approached, I watched the gap between ass and tummy. “I need you, and I’m going to have you.”“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Ashlee whispered back. “I thought you had to go to Dallas this weekend, or I wouldn’t have brought them. I need you, too.”I pinched and teased her nipple, then slowly traced my fingers over her tight belly, lifting her “Frozen” pajama shirt higher. The bottoms were loose on her slim hips, and my hand easily slid under the waistband. It had been weeks since I’d touched her, and I was pleased that Ashlee wasn’t wearing panties. Seeing. In the still, quiet room, my voice seemed so loud. My cock hardened against Heather's back. Heather sucked my fingers into her mouth, completely. Then pulled them back slowly, the suction creating an obscenely loud smack when they left her mouth. She sucked them in again, then pulled them back, but not out. Then again, and again, increasing her tempo. I moaned softly, enjoying the incredible sensation of my daughter simulating oral sex, using my fingers.My hips instinctively began a rhythm of. ”“I do too,” she says. “It’s only been a few hours.”“Yes, but it’s been too long,” he replies.“That’s true,” she agrees. “I need you. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”“I’m ready when you are,” Luke replies.“Not as easy as you think,” she teases.At this moment another teacher, one Luke has only seen before, walks into the room and heads for the desk. He doesn’t know the man by name, only by reputation. Being in his class apparently is no picnic. Candace shoos the boy away. By the time he.