You're lucky I'm a sucker for a realchallenge." Maggie's hand moved to rub at Tamara's hair as she keptlooking down at her. "You've got to follow my l...ad for the obviousreasons, no matter what we do...and more importantly, you have totrust me. No matter what." I will," Tamara replied. "I promise."Maggie nodded in acknowledgement. "First thing I need to do is to getyou a day's worth of clothes. Then we can see about building up a newwardrobe for you. I'm not about to risk going back into. "Well," I started again, my face now scrunched up in a near grimace, "The hotel might be expecting a married couple Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon." "Huh, how come?" he asked, a confused look crossing his face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg. Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, "When I filled in the online registration form Daddy, I must have filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened... well I had reserved. I felt a hand on my turgid shaft, and then the lips. He didn't take it as though he'd not eaten in a month; rather, he began to kiss the head. Quite pleasing. After a few minutes of oral penetration, he placed a couple of fingers on the base of my cock, as he worked the head with his mouth. He wasn't particularly adept, but he seemed to be giving it his all. After a few more minutes, I withdrew, squatted at the hole and whispered "It needs to be a 2-way street. When you've drained me, it's my. For weeks that scene played through my head and each time I would notice her wearing a skirt with pantyhose my cock would harden and make a tent in my trousers.When I tried hiding my erection I’d be scolded by my mother or sister, “Stop playing with that,” they would say. “If they had any idea just how hard my cock would get and pinched at the wrong angle they would tell me to go ahead and adjust it,” I would think when they scolded me. “Women have no idea what it is like to be young and horny.