She spread her legs so I could make contact with her pussy, and man, it felt like a dam had burst!!! She was soaking wet, and I actually heard her mo...n loudly over the din in the bar as I sank 2 fingers easily into her dripping pussy. Suddenly, I gad an idea. I got David`s attention, and motioned for him to follow us. We left our drinks, got up, and made for the door. Behind the bar, I`d noticed a cement wall, with an opening big enough to hide behind. We walked out there, slid in behind. It takes me twenty hours to get from her home in Florida to myapartment in Nebraska. I try and leave in the afternoon and arrive thenext day. I am too excited to sleep through the night, so I tend to drivestraight through, often stopping at little towns on the way.I always buy myself new clothes to wear when I drive for long distances.Earlier in the week, I bought a cute beach ensemble at a quaint gift shopby the marina. It included a pair of white sand Capri pants, a cutelittle sleeveless. It was unmistakable. He'd punished him self by refraining that long; and now, at last, he felt he'd suffered enough, and had earned an orgasm. Again---that curious mixture of sexual excitement and longing, as well as the long, drawn-out observance of 'chastity!' It was definitely tied in to a strong S&M streak! I suppose he felt 'better' because he'd suffered for all those days and nights of wanting an orgasm, but refusing to allow that to occur...that is, until some internal voice said other. I felt so daring when I grabbed on of those, imagining it only falling past my rear and not much else. It would show off so much of my legs. Daddy didn't complain as I handed him another skirt to hold. He threw them over his muscular arms, a patient smile on his lips as he glanced at what I bought.I liked flashy skirts with bright colors, drawing the eye. And then I had to find blouses to go with them. We headed across the store where I snagged halter tops, peasant blouses, V-necks, scoop.