You are sharing your travels, your like for cooking, your anger at current politics, his eyes…. And another flick of that tongueThe plates are clear...d.“Where are you staying?” you ask, innocent like.“The hotel across the road.”“Ah! Best you’ve ever stayed in?”“Not quite, hence escaping here.”Your hand is on your lap but it's not resting there. You are struggling to stop it. That urge to feel a touch on your lips is back.Your foot has slipped out of your shoe and you are struggling to stop it. I felt Charlie's cock get firmer and Charlie lunged deep into my butt and pulled my hips tightly to his crotch as he grind his cock deeper into my anal cavity. I felt his cock as it erupted it's substance deep into my rectum, I begged, whimpered and pleaded 'please, let me go, I can't take any more, I promise I wont tell any body, please take it out and let me go'. Charlie just grunted with each explosion of his fuck juices in my rectum, I thought that he would pull out. Instead Charlie. " Yeah, well. Dad's an asshole and a bitter shithead," Charley responded."Charley!" Barbara admonished. "He is your father. He has been a good father and supported us the last nineteen years." He's always been a bitter shithead, mom. It was you who always helped me when things were messed up, not him. He was too busy to worry about it. Just like he was too busy to be there for you when Grampa died. All I'm saying is that maybe that bitterness comes out in the bedroom, too." Maybe," she had to. He had told me to come dressed this time, that he would be there before me. I called him upon arriving at the hotel and he gave me the room number. I pulled up in front of the door and got out of the car. I truly looked like a slut today. I have been doing my eyes a bit darker and was wearing red lipstick and nail polish. I had on a black bra as well as black crotchless panty hose. I was dressed in a short black jean mini skirt with a white blouse which i had partially opened to reveal my bra..