When my hands get to your inner thighs I feel the moisture of your pussy as it is getting wet again. I touch your pussy gently and you moan, arching...your body up toward me. I bend down and place my hands on your ass, spreading your legs wider and burying my face in your pussy from behind. I lick your pussy lips and clit, sliding my tongue up and down your wet slit, pulling your body onto my face as I lick you. I spread your cheeks wide and lick up and down as I squeeze your ass and slap it. He would suck my cock and I sucked his, but only my ass (his "pussy") was getting used. The more we had sex, the more vocal Ron became, asking me how much I loved being fucked by a real man, and could I take more. Ron was about seven inches so he certainly felt good, but I could take it all with ease. I loved taking him doggy style but really liked being on my back with Ron holding my legs up in the air. I liked looking at him as he fucked me and told me what a good slut I was and how he was. “Vegas!? I’m aiming for he big time, Daddy O’ Mine,” she lowered her voice to a seductive whisper. “It’s Branson or nothing.”After a momentary shock to realize she was actually joking, I roared with laughter in delight and appreciation that my daughter was still in there. I kissed that glowing, beautiful face, but in a moment she was on tip-toe, kissing me with her arms around my neck. With arousal came dubious judgment.“Sit on the couch and take off your tights and toe shoes,” I said. She did. She started to grind into my lap and soon found a large speed bump that she continued to drive on, over and over again. She then pulled her blouse off and said that she had wanted to do this for a long time. It was not only a fantasy to fuck someone at work but also for it to be me. She said now that I was no longer an employee and manager that she was not worried about anything other than my wife. As this half naked gorgeous woman was giving me a lap dance I thought, “my who”? She was.