I made it to her place fifteen minutes early and repeated the mantra over and over in my head as I let the cruel minutes tick by. I want to come with ...er. I need to hold it back. Finally, I got out of the car and knocked on her apartment door. She opened the door, and turned back into the room. I followed behind her, closing and locking the door as my eyes watched the provocative curve of her ass. She had on a short silky robe, blush pink, and nothing else from what I could see. I was. My teen daughter’s panties, freshly borrowed from the laundry basket this morning and smuggled out in my briefcase. They’re pastel pink, edged with embroidery, stained with her juices and smelling of her perfume. I stretch them in my hands, I brush them over my straining hard sensitive penis, over my balls and between my legs. Their light touch is the feel of my porn woman’s soft fingers and lips. My penis feels taut enough to snap! I hang my daughter’s panties on my now almost vertical shaft.. I aimed for her G-spot, using the “come hither” gesture with my fingers, and it seems to work. Carrie was gyrating her hips as she continued to suck cock. At this point I stopped lapping and started sucking and playing with her clit. After a few more seconds Carrie had her first orgasm of the night. She was grinding her pussy in my face and moaning loudly with a cock in her mouth. The moaning did it for the guy in her mouth and he spurted his cream into her mouth. Carrie let the cum dribble out. His body presses against me and I feel him hard. Lips on lips, tasting that sweet salty honey, tongues probing trying to find out exactly what we both want. ‘Did you just make your cock dance deliberately?’ I ask as he throbs against my still tingling pussy. Laughter as he smothers my mouth with his. Soft strokes as he rubs against me, pressing into me, making my back arch. A soft laugh escapes his lip and I pull his lips to mine, stubble scratching against my face. He presses into me harder,.