He was marrying Candice of all people.I assumed that she had changed but as you can plainly see assume can be separated into ASS U ME translating that...into, when you assume you make an ass out of you and me. If anything Candice had gotten worse.Dad met her in a Stripper Club and she never danced with a G-string on or pasties either. It was total nudity or she wouldn’t dance. All she ever wore on stage was a pair of high heels and a smile. On Saturday at closing time she would accept. "As it turned out, I didn't' need the blue pills when I saw Tammy answer the door in the nude. She was a fucking knockout, from her caramel complexion that suggested biracial origins to her kinky hair and her shaved pussy that was as bald as Mr. Clean. She had nice, perky tits and fantastic legs, but the piece de resistance from my perspective was her delectable ass. She gestured at me with her fingers, while Bacchus and Felix came out and picked Des literally up from the ground to carry her. I couldn't take much more of her. I slammed hard and fast into her. I buried again and again, thrusting with all my might. My tie bounced before me. My daughter's skirt rustled. Her hair danced as her head tossed.The friction built the pressure at the tip of my cock. Every moment brought me closer and closer to erupting into her. To firing all my jizz into the wonderful delight of her asshole's depths. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. I was so close. A few more strokes.“Daddy!” she. ‘Touch me, you handsome man,’ I said. ‘Put your hand on me in that special way.’ He did and I put my hand over his as he cupped my sex. ‘I’m ready to go, lover’ I said, kissing him gently. ‘It’s showtime.’ We shared a Danish with a second cup of coffee then trundled our luggage into the elevator. Getting it all downstairs to the entry alcove took to two trips and I silently thanked the person who thought of putting wheels on suitcases. Back upstairs, Dan watched out the window as we drank a.