However, Charlotte dug her light pink nails into my biceps causing my train of thought to derail and my muscles to flinch. With two wild thrusts, I en...ed up inside of my daughter's tight, hot pink pussy. I almost couldn't contain myself when she started riding my cock like she was milking a cow. Her little pussy was delicately shaved while my monster was barbarically lined with thick brown hair. A wicked smile came across her face as Charlotte howled her thankfulness to me and my "huge fucking. Even with the curtains closed there was still plenty of light for me to see her clearly. Her breasts were smaller than I'd imagined but also much firmer; her waist was slim and her stomach taut; my eyes were drawn to the neatly trimmed red triangle pointing to her sex.My eyes were working so hard that my brain had nothing left for other basics like speech, face control or even balance as I nearly fell over."Are you going to just stand there all night and just look?" She grinned.I just about. ”“From meeting your dad and now Don Joseph, I’m starting to understand you better. Those are the men you are emulating.”“Yes. If I can be like my dad and Don Joseph, I will feel that I’ve become the man I should be. And that includes a wife and kids, and, eventually grandkids.”“Sign me up, Yankee!” she grinned, looping her arm through mine.The rest of the evening was uneventful, except for the vigorous lovemaking session when we arrived back at the Spencers’.On Monday we followed the usual. .. what's your major?" I answered, "business administration." She nodded again, "Very good school here."She said, "How long have you been homesick?" I gave a wry laugh and replied, "Too fucking long... three days and its getting worse." She grinned, "what's the record?" I thought a minute then answered, "A few seconds, minutes at most."She gave a soft laugh and said, "that's the problem, you haven't been working your way into a really hard bout with it... I got a cure though... works for me.