“Hello,” is all he said.“Dad, this is Sharon.”“Hi. How is my beautiful daughter, and how’s school?”“Sc...ool’s fine, dad. I guess right now school is theonly thing that’s fine. Jerry called me.”“Oh, then you know why I’m at a hotel.”“Yeah, look Dad, I’m in the lobby. Can I come up?What’s your room number?”“I’m in 414.”David heard the knock and opened the door. .. ever so lightly through the Budgy Smugglers and he moved his hips up in response. His drawstring was out side and dangling over his cock. I pressed harder with my fingers and then rubbed his chest which had about five different speedos on it: Aussiebums, Speedo, Nike, Adidas and it felt so good rubbing his nipples thru the lycra. His cock was straining so bad to get out and as I was standing there feeling his cock through his Budgy Smugglers, his hand came up and started to feel mine thru my. "When Clarity and I were talking at the airport she warned me not to get to ... to enamored with you because you were already spoken for, and ... I'm not sure if she wanted me to tell you this or not, but she also told me that she was your wife. Is that true?" It is." I responded honestly, "I love your daughter with all my heart Mary, and I swear to you on my very soul, that I would never do anything to hurt her." I see. I guess I should be upset that I wasn't invited to my only daughter's. We had just been doing it for so long it had become routine. Tonight would be anything but routine if I had anything to say about it. My husband was at work, so I started getting ready. I put on the lowest cut shirt I own. A pink push up bra. A short skirt. And a tiny, tiny black G-string. When my husband came home he was quite intrigued. I believe his exact words were "what are you up to?" I insisted that I just wanted to look good for him. To which he replied "you do remember Tim is coming.