“You’re sucking Daddy so good!” Susan looked over at her husband and daughter and smiled. She wasn’t jealous of the way Bella brought such ple...sure to Jim. Susan and Jim had talked about it when he first decided to start doing sexual things with their stepdaughter. He explained that he wasn’t going to fuck the girl—only blow-jobs. And he assured her that she shouldn’t feel jealous, because his daughter, while pretty, was a skinny little thing, and Jim much preferred his wife’s lush curves, her. I hoped I wouldn't get a foreigner who didn't understand English or some boring driver who would talk on and on.The driver was an ugly, heavyset middle-aged man with a two days beard. He loaded my three pieces of luggage into the trunk. I wished he would be more careful, but this was New York!"Where too, Miss?" he asked in a horse voice."The Plaza!" I said proudly. My daddy had sure come through for a good hotel for his 'little girl'."Great! I'm so sick and tired of those short haul rides and. I like this guy. He slid his hand down my ass and gave it a squeeze. I bit his lower lip. Then, he slid his hand in my panties and started caressing my clit.Me: Man! You don't waste time, do you? (He just smiled at me and continued to kiss me. He inserted two fingers in me that I nearly yelped in pleasure. As I was enjoying the sensation, his left hand started to squeeze my right breast, played with my nipple underneath the lace. I suddenly remembered Peter and pulled away.)***That night, Peter. .. a bit more open-minded, trust me,” Britta-Lise assured me cryptically, clearly wanting to spring more surprises on me.“Well, that explains how you were confident enough to arrange this without too much anxiety on your part,” I smiled as I patted Melissa’s head and she licked playfully at the head of my cock.“What time is it, anyway? We’ve been doing a lot of fucking, after all,” Tyson asked as he replaced Eddie in getting some head from my wife.“Wow, look how much time has passed! It’s.