Even before she ever started masturbating she would feel heat in her loins whenever her father would do something special, such as give her one of his...special hugs, or a kiss on her sensitive neck, or simply his big hands rubbing her arms, sides or back. When she got a little older, often in her room at night, she worked herself into a sexual frenzy while fantasizing about her dad.Now, while dancing with her father on her wedding night, she found out the ironical truth.Not normally a drinking. She reminded Justin of himself, a dreamer of dreams, a tight-wound spring waiting to be released. Like a Jack-in-the-Box that leaps out unexpectedly when the lid is opened, he'd comforted her in her distress only to be overwhelmed by her emotions.She'd blazed incandescent and drew him inside her aura to be ignited and fused to her. She'd lay panting on the bed in nothing more than her underwear while inviting him to strip and join her.She reminded him of her mother Sharon, but 25 years younger.. Camille told her roommate of course. Kristen was wearing a short silky black dress that made her boobs look gorgeous. She brought a pillow and a blanket and made a little place to sleep on the floor. Camille got back in bed with me and snuggled. She was a little drunk from the wine still and wanted to ride me some more and to be really quiet. We weren’t quiet enough because Kristin made a noticeable grunt that made it evident she knew what we were up to. A bit later Kristin woke up again and. Hundreds! After a fair few edits and even more unimpressive phone calls, we eventually found a few ‘potential’ guinea pigs! The first we ‘tried out’ was a short stumpy chap, not unattractive… but reassuringly average (it’s always a intimidating if one has to breathe in the entire time!) and apart from his little slogan that he used to repeat wasn’t alltogether bad (we’ll call him ‘great days’)…. He was very attentive, fairly confident, clean (that’s a massive bonus lol), quite easy going and.