You take my hand in yours and slide it under your skirt, placing it on your pantyhose covered leg. As I slide my hand upward from your knee, you part ...our legs and provide more room for my hand to wander under your skirt. As my fingers continue their journey upward, they feel the nylon turn to satin. You must have put your panties on over your pantyhose. As my fingers reach into the valley of your panties, I can feel moisture seeping through them. Somehow we have reached our house. It seems. '"I love your melons, Mom." Hey, my eyes are up here." She smirked at me, just like she always had before."I swear, Rose, I'll give up sex and chocolate before I lose you." Kate, stop getting all mushy on me and make me feel really damn good. I'm your daughter, and I certainly won't you let have me go unsatisfied." I'd never let that happen. When I get my hot daughter alone in a hotel room, I give it my all, bitch. Do you understand?" Yes," she replied, letting her hands return to my butt. "I. Her waist and her perfectly toned legs were just a beauty and her round ass added largely to her sexiness. That night I couldn't sleep much because I kept thinking about her and fantasized how I could fuck her enigmatic pussy. The days started going off slowly and I started dreaming more about her. She used to come to our house and have long chats with my mom and sometimes even I was involved in some conversation about her. Since my mom had told her that I was a shy boy and was not so much into. "Not to mention all the nutters picking up hitch-hikers, I thought dryly.He thanked me several times and seemed so pleased by my offer that I wondered if there was more to it than just the avoidance of an evening getting cold by the side of the road. I suspected he might see the extra lift as a justification of what he was allowing me to do for him: that he wasn't just wilfully giving some sordid old a man a sniff of his used underpants; he could tell himself afterwards that he'd only.