Now, that is a rare treat for me. Carol’s arse is something of a shrine, a place to be visited on special occasions only.We tried again, finding a m...tel just outside Brighton in Sussex. Brighton is known for its liberal attitudes, has the highest population of gays in the country per capita, but, even with Carol dressed in leather and fishnet stockings, we didn’t raise so much as an eyebrow except from some guy way too drunk to get off the stool he was on, let alone raise a woody.We had some. We left as we went out Tom locked the back door he smiled we went back our wives were having a coffee Tom and I had a malt whisky each and chatted. My wife asked is Kate OK Tom smiled and replied well we left her sleeping like a baby and Fred was snoring his head off drunk as a Skunk. Toms wife June wanted to know a bit more. Tom said we took her in though the back door Fred was out for the Count, Kate Collapsed on the Stairs so we we took her up laid her on the Bed and left. She should be OK.. At first, I didn't even turn on the light: I just sat in the dark room for more than an hour. It wasn't hard to convince myself that she was not coming back to the room.I packed all of her clothing and personal items first. I left nothing. I checked the packet of Preven and there were still ten pills in it. On the dresser, very carefully arranged, were all of the items that she needed for her presentation the next day. I started to fill my suitcase. There were twenty-four, specially bound,. Turning around and placing her legs on either side of his she lowered her pussy to his hard cock. "I want to ride the horsey, daddy." As she felt her daddy's hard cock start to enter her, she closed her eyes, her mouth opened in a gasp and she made her daddy slide all the way inside of her.Eric watched as she started to bounce on top of him. His wife was really intense as she lived out her fantasies. Her breasts were flopping everywhere.Her daddy was in her. Years of wanting him and now it was.