Then I delved in. I put as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, his head tickling the end of my throat. He started pressing my head into his cock,...and mouth fucking me. He thrust his cock in, and gagged me. Suddenly he groaned and pushed my head back, then slapped it on my tongue, keeping the cum at bay. He stood and picked me up, and placed me on my back. Oh my God. I thought. My dad is about to fuck my brains out. I smiled hugely. He spit and rubbed the head of his cock. I was dying of. Looking up into my face I saw the indecision on Ian’s face. His eyes had a longing in them that mirrored my own but I could see that he was unsure.Slowly his hand reached out and touched my skin. The touch was like electric and I let out my breath.“That’s it touch them.” My voice was thick with lust.Tentively he stroked each breast. Holding them one at a time he gently rubbed his thumb over each nipple.“Do they feel good to touch?” I said groaning, wanting more. Taking this as encouragement Ian. I ground my bottom quarters directly onto this turgid dad-meat and made the motion of stroking dad's cock with my ass and perineum. Dad blushed a deep red as I did this. I guess he was relieved that I hadn’t acknowledged our relationship as father and son, but he couldn’t have expressed it. As I danced myself back up, his friends finished undoing Dad’s belt, and yanked down his Fruit-of-the-Looms, exposing his hard 7-inch erection. Dad’s boner flew into the air, and I must have drooled as I. I uneasily took the key in my grasp, “Room 21” I looked at the clerk.“I want the room barbara is in.” I told her in a mutter.She smiled her hideous smile, “That’s her room, short lovely girl? Right.” she said in a dry voice.“Right.” I said, in an even more uneasy voice. My feet turned toward the hallway, and started walking, slowly. The figures that were covered in shadow stayed that way, I could see no facial features, no nothing, just a human shaped shadow, with slits for eyes.I walked up to.