I reached her house around 7:40 pm she lived on the third floor and told me to come up by the lift.I had bought some dark chocolate for her and a red ...ose. Guys believe me you have to pamper women so that when they open up to you they don’t hold back. Ladies must be knowing this. When she opened the door I was dumbstruck. The very first thing was her amazing scent. It was exotic as fuck. Ladies just know how to present them sleeves don’t they. It gave me an instant hard on with blood rushing in. Then, he moved to the other side, teasing her. “My pussy daddy, lick my pussy, not my legs, silly!” Samantha was on fire, humping her crotch, trying to press it against his face.Chad couldn't torture her any further, he dove in! He began slurping his daughter’s sweet pussy juice, pressing his face deeply into her gash! How good it tasted! How fresh and clean her pussy was!“Ah …, ah …, aaahhh …, Ohhh? Ohh? Samantha was surprised to feel his tongue probe deep into her hole. She decided that. .. "Moira - I'll always love you. I hope you know that. You're not just part of the staff to me – you're special. I know I shouldn't say that, but..." Oh Lord, Gary, if only I could really believe that..."Suddenly, she crushed her mouth against mine, and she was moaning. We kissed for a long time, the desperation yielding slowly to tenderness. "Let's go upstairs," I mumbled between kisses.Being adults, we made sure the front door was locked, and we tidied up the empty bottles a bit, before. We did that with both cellphones and with the light on and off. No messages got out.Prof and I debated whether we should set a cellphone to transmit a text message, then have me 'throw' it toward where I thought the doorway at the top of the stairs was. Hopefully it land on the stairs high enough to get a signal, or I might even be lucky enough to get it through the doorway and therefore above ground, which might make a huge difference. We decided not to because we'd almost certainly never see.