I gasped and closed my eyes, running my hands through his hair. We paused for a moment, both of us panting. I was the first to speak."Let's lay down o... the bed," I whispered into his ear. He nodded and we slowly sunk onto the lush covers of the hotel bed.Chris was pretty much on top of me, kissing my stomach, then pulling down and off my dress completely. I pulled off Chris' shirt and threw it aside, running my hands all over his chest."Should I...?' I asked hesitantly; how does one request to. Garrett also discovered that his innate ability to visualize and influence complex interactions and patterns worked just as well with people, and particularly with the cute young co-eds who found him irresistible. He never bragged about his successes, but one girl told another about the handsome black muscular player's prowess in the bedroom, and there always seemed to be one more gorgeous young cheerleader who wanted to see if the stories were true. As one of his admirers had put it to her. Still, he let his fingers tease their way inside Marigold for a few minutes, regaining whatever momentum had been lost by the brief interruption.By the time Marcello slid inside of her, Marigold had lost all pretense of reserve. She bucked and moaned, biting him on the shoulder to suppress the loudest sounds. Once he was firmly seated inside of her, Marcello lost the last of his hesitancy. He gripped her hips and fucked her as hard as he could, sometimes grunting with the effort. Marigold. Um ... drink ... kitchen... ,” my dad mumbled. I pretended not to be aware at how closely he was look at my naked sex as he walked by me.“Sure, dad,” I somehow managed to answer.I saw him pause right in front of me, and try to clear his head as he looked down and noticed my pair panties lying on the floor. I saw him purposely step over them like he couldn’t admit that his daughter’s panties were actually laying there on the living room floor. Somehow my dad made it into the kitchen. I’m sure.