And Brenda could tell by the lewd stare he gave her, that the man really wanted to see Brenda’s hot body. That look alone had made her moist.From t...e stage, Brenda found John’s face in the crowd, letting him see her lust and her arousal at so many staring at her. John was floored. The look on Brenda’s face was so lascivious, a look he’d never seen before. He was frozen where he stood, transfixed as his wife played the slut in front of a bar full of dirty men and women, showing her beautiful. “I’ll meet you at your hotel, if that’s OK. 6:00pm?”“See you then!”She went into the building and I turned to head back across town. When I arrived at the hotel just under an hour later, I called home.“Hi, Daddy!” Birgit said as soon as she picked up the phone.“Hi, Pumpkin! How did you know it was me?”“Mommy was sure! I miss you, Daddy!”“I miss you too, Pumpkin! How is school?”“Good. Mommy says I have to let the boys talk to you!”“I love you Pumpkin!”“Love you, Daddy!” she said.I talked to each. Then I felt the need to freshen up at the ladies’ room.I went up to the second floor and found the way to the restrooms. As I entered a long empty corridor there, I heard shuffling then a stall door slam. I got close to the huge mirror on the wall; but then I saw by my side there were some urinals for men… so, I was in the wrong place…When I was moving to the exit door, the stall door opened and a huge black guy in his early twenties come out, staring at me with surprise in his eyes.He crossed. I fucked her slowly at first, and watched her as she nodded up at me in approval.I quickened the pace, fucking her the way I wanted to now. Funny, I thought, this is just how I was dreaming about fucking my mom. I closed my eyes and for a few thrusts imagined it was her, on top of the desk in the schoolgirl outfit.When I opened my eyes, it was still aunt Vicky that I was fucking, but I realized that in many ways, she was so much better than my mom. Vicky loved my cock for some reason, and she.