Mrs Crisp spoke. “I’m sorry Daddy,” she said softly. “Am I doing it wrong?”“No baby girl. It’s Talulah who’s doing it wrong.”I had h...m. My hands curled into fists.“How’s she doing it wrong Daddy?” Mrs Crisp spoke plaintively, like a little girl. She was doing a grand job of coaxing out his confession. Her eyes even flickered briefly to the camera and back to her client.“She comes to me now. I’m sure she’s doing it to stop us being together. She knows you are so much better, so much nicer, so. " Since you put it that way, I'll set an alarm. What time does the sun come up tomorrow morning?"I chuckled. "Don't know. You'll have to check. I'll be up regardless. When the sky starts to lighten in the pre-dawn, I wake up and get up."That's why he's always up and about when I crawl out of bed, she thought."All right," she said. "To change the subject, did you decide which restaurant you want to fund?" Neither," I said. "Jim Burke is an experienced restaurateur, but his business plan doesn't. My cock was throbbing crazy, my belly was heaving, I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. I could barely stand. I thought, “Gosh! This bitch learns quickly!”She took my glistening cock out and pulled the foreskin down again. She started scratching my cock very gently with her nails. She then spat saliva on her index finger, started to roll it around the tip of my cock. She pulled back on my cock with her other hand.I started to gently thrust her nail on the slit at the top of my cock in and out, in. I wasn't too worried about all the little things (was it too strong, not strong enough, too wet, etc.), I just wanted to kiss her and I did. It felt really good to finally have my lips on hers.After that, we started to do more and more together. She did a strip tease for me, dancing to a Shaggy song with a good beat. I was definitely impressed with the way she moved. I loved it that her pubic hair was nicely trimmed and knew that I would love to enjoy what she had there. We played a little.