The world was lucky I wasn't a serial killer, some days I just had a hair trigger.That night I was suffering. I went home and got into bed, I consider...d taking one of the pain pills I had laying around. If I did that I would get to sleep much easier, but then I would also become dependent on them. So I got back out of bed and went to the net. Once there I went into a chat room and found a woman, with whom to chat. She was the one who was a little intelligent and who had an imagination. Then I. I was due out the door in twenty minutes and forgot to warn him I would be leaving.The problem was simple. Me and Ryan never got along. I did not approve of him dating my daughter. He was a lazy layabout, consistantly in trouble with the police and a genuine poor choice for my daughter. As a result we talked in grunts and shrugs.If I could have my way he would be kicked down the road. But my daughter was madly in love with this chavvy boy.I walked into the room to find him topless, flecks of. My first and second fingers hold her hard clit in place while my thumb rubs over it. Watching her glazed eyes as they half close, my fingers and thumb strumming her clit. Her hips trembling, pushing herself onto my hand. Bringing her out of her reverie, "Does that feel good? You like that, don't you?" "Yes", now it's her turn to only be able to reply with one syllable. "Whose pussy is this right now, is it MY pussy?" I ask. Her eyes twinkle and the corner of her mouth turns up ever so slightly,. 30, time for both of us to pamper and prepare.I arrived at the hotel just before seven. Taking my clue from the way she dressed herself and how Alexandra had been fascinated by my legs I’d decided to wear a simple cream silk blouse over a tight short black leather skirt with sheer to waist tights and heels. I had slipped on a French raincoat to look a little more inconspicuous… and sophisticated. I normally subscribe to the view that ‘a dress should be tight enough to prove you’re a woman but.