Famished and a bit jet-lagged, I stop in for a bite at Gallagher's Pub on E Broadway. I sit at a table and set my bag down on the chair beside me. I o...der a Celtic Caesar salad with Cajun chicken and a pint of Craft beer. As I eat my lunch I ponder my next step, I wonder how far I am from the beach. It’s 2PM and the only other person in the pub is the bartender. He's good looking, tall, fit, well dressed, dark hair and vibrant alluring green eyes. I finish my salad and take my beer up to the. Then the cock was pulled from my mouth, the fingers removed from my ass. I felt Shelia’s stomach on my butt cheeks and then her boobs on my back. I felt her two fingers from my ass touch the corner of my lips. “You want to suck the ass juice of your fingers don’t you?” She inserted her fingers into my mouth and I started to tongue them. “Yeah you do my little sex bitch. Moan to suck my fingers. That’s right baby, I can tell you want it. Mmmmm”She pulled them out and got off my back. The cock. I slowly and gently pressed my cock deeper inside my daughter’s impossibly tight pussy.Sasha was glowing with a heady mixture of love, desire for her father’s love and sexual attention, pride in herself for convincing me to fuck her, and her ability to take my daddy-size cock into her daughter-size pussy.My cockhead pressed against where her hymen had been. Sasha moaned, “Just do it daddy. Ram your big dick in me like you would to pop my cherry. I want to be your woman daddy, so take me and. ”“Okay, that’s it you bunch of dickheads,” Megan said. “Will, you should be in bed, resting. Now the rest of you, the doctor told him to get plenty of rest, and stirring him up about flying and all that isn’t helping. One person at a time can be with him, but no talking about planes, air disasters, or fucking bunny’s feet!”Megan was starting to sound pissed off with the others; I took the cue to head off to the bedroom. The last thing I wanted to do was to cause a disagreement. I knew Megan was.