I started stroking into my little girl like I used to stroke into her mother. I hadn’t had that much feeling in a long time. The few women that I ha... fucked since my wife died I wasn’t in love with. However, I was as much in love with my daughter as I had been with my wife. When I finally cum it was absolutely the best feeling since the night before my wife died.My cock wouldn’t go down. I felt like a teenager again. I made love to my daughter a second time. About an hour later I made love to. It was everything I wanted and more. Though we still talk online, and tease each other greatly, it’s not the same. I’m about to surprise her. She doesn't know I booked a ticket and have come to Scotland to see her. I’m in my hotel that I booked for just the night, and plan on showing up at her place in a few hours. We've talked about meeting again, but we didn't know when would be best time. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to see her. Getting up from bed, and taking a quick shower I thought. She made a fist of her fingers and stroked up and down on the hard flesh and muscle. She saw Betty stop sucking Al's cock. They were both looking at her. She glanced up at Phil's face and he smiled."I'll warn you in plenty of time, Stacy. It might be better for you to stop sucking before I shoot off. If you find you don't like giving a blow job feel free to stop at any time."Stacy realized she was still holding the can of beer in her other hand. She put it on the end table without stopping the. I run to the sink and clean up and get dressed while the wife yelled excuses through the door about why it was locked. I think she even had the "we are locked in", not the "you are locked out" thing going for a minute. I write my number with her lipstick on the mirror like a cheesy 80's movie and we finally get the "locked" door open. Play everything off like nothing happened and apparently an ass fucking was what was needed to calm old man down because he was cool as a cucumber when we walked.