She'd been transfixed by the sight of it when the clanging of the old fashioned phones the Morgans still had around the house went off, like firehouse...alarm bells in the middle of a five alarm fire. A man fucking his own daughter. A girl being fucked by her own dad. And all as she sat aglow from within from having at last made love to the only man she'd ever really wanted, at long, long last. The ringing phone was a clarion call back to reality from the dream world she'd been living in. They. Love. C." She liked taunting me about the length of the perfect dick; she told me I was just a little over the top.Ellen and Claire were lounging around the hotel room when I got back with our groceries: a couple of bottles of wine, some cheese, and an assortment of crackers. We wanted some simple hors d'oeuvres before we went out to dinner. We snacked in the room and for meals either ate in a nearby restaurant or ordered up room service. I showed them the article, and we all had a laugh about. Quickly rising up on to her hands and knees, she threw her fishnet-covered leg over me and straddled me with her hot oozing hairy pussy hovering over my stiff swollen cock. Quickly grabbing my cock from between her legs, she entered her dripping wet pussy with it, slowly sliding down on it until it disappeared out of sight.She started to ride my cock slowly forcing our love juice out from before, getting faster our sex parts started making sloppy, squelching noises. Now she was going for it,. The house was reasonably warm considering that we hadn't been there for a fortnight; it had helped greatly that the girls had carefully closed all the curtains before we left, in order to keep what heat there was from escaping through the windows. Of course we had also benefited from any heating the girls in the flat below had, because the warm air rose up the stairwell to our top landing.Once we were naked under the quilt, Julie announced that it had been a very long ten days since we had last.