..that’s my favorite position to please her from. And as she started quivering and moaning and reached down and held my face in place while my tongu... hard faster and faster on her clit, I knew to expect the gush soon...and was not disappointed.New this time, though, was that as I ate her out and was surrounded with the sights and sounds and smells of her pleasure, I was also thinking about her dad seeing her like this, and that I would soon be telling our friend John how to find her pics. While. To my astonishment she knew what I could do. She called me Lisa before I gave my name, made references to some of my more memorable conquests and knew what I had planned for her once my reading was finished. I don't know what shocked me more, the fact she knew all this or that she did not seemed at all fazed by what she knew of me. Still it didn't overly bother me as I only had one thing on my mind anyway. Actually the thought of taking someone who was aware of their inevitable fate was quite a. . it felt sooo good." Oh Kimmy, I like that..." I moaned."Oh damn, the desk is dark, it's too late. Damn. The sign says 'Please register at the bar.' Oh Hon, oh hon, I can't go in there...! Oh Walt, I'm standing in the hotel lobby in my panties and sheer blouse. Oh hon, I don't know what to do?"I hesitated."Damn, I'm doing it. I'm walking into a crowded bar in my sheer panties and blouse... " Hon, they have a hot tub!"I paced, picturing my wife in panties in a crowded Florida bar. Kimmy loved. “the ‘device’, from the fire-station. If that isn’t the ‘next best thing to being there’ then I don’t know what is.”“Aaron, you arranged all that?” Emma asked incredulously.“I did. I have skills beyond those in the bedroom, you know,” I said. That sentence got me a scornful look from a forty-something blond woman sitting three seats to my left. I’d have to be more careful.“So,” I continued, “It’s Brent who is going to be, uh, ‘driving Miss Daisy’, down there today.” I chuckled at my euphemism..