The short walk back to room, after finalising the dinner account, heightened the tension even more. Anne was nervy and fidgety and even Carol who usua...ly showed great aplomb was tense.Inside their shared room, they both nervously turned on lights and music as a distraction.Carol was the first to speak. ‘This skirt is uncomfortable and I always have trouble getting it off. It fastens around the back. Can you help me?’Carol was sure Anne’s fingers trembled as she undid a button and a short. ."I spread me legs. "Tom, you haven't even touched my legs, yet!"I heard another squirt and adjusted the towel under my head. I felt his hands and fingers work my calves and around my knees. Halfway up my thighs, he stopped. Softly, I said "Higher Tom, just a little higher"He stroked my thighs higher and along the sides. I spread my legs more, encouraging him to move up to my creaming pussy.Still softly, I called out. "Tom, don't be afraid, I won't bite. If anyplace needs it, it is my. We do this occasionally and know people and places to visit where we are comfortable. I like men to shoot their load for me on my body. I am a little more tolerant of men being dirty when talking about me but there are certain words I don't appreciate, bitch being one of them. Many aspects of human sexuality; I'm attracted to younger men and their virility and eagerness to show themselves online, but like people to engage my brain. The anonymous encounter with men who have ideas I had never. ..It's only Daddy, but I understand"She smiled when she said that...Inside her emotions were roiling, she knew it'd happen while her Mom was gone, she was sure of it and her Mother's prattling words were falling on deaf ears now...all she could think about was him fucking her...Not having to be quiet or secretive...She knew her panties were sodden and as soon as the taxi taking her Mom to the airport pulled away from the house she ran upstairs, throwing herself on her bed...She'd just begun.