I opened my bag, but there was nothing there to remove the mess. I cried again.“He’s not worth it love, none of them are, here, use this.”I took...what she offered me, wiping away the tears, then saw it was her, that woman, the one Mike had been so engrossed by at the bar. She smiled, then hugged me.Her hotel room was on the floor above ours. She listened, as I blurted out my troubles. “So your husband wants you to be more like me?” She asked.“Not just you, but the others as well.” I told her.She. He pulled the sheet back and I felt his hand touch my chest. I had a t-shirt on but my Dad fingers were probing my nipples."Do I excite you Jan?"I didn't know what to say."I do love you Daddy," I said.That must have got my Dad excited. He stood up and removed his shirt and underwear he was wearing. It was dark alright but I could see the outline of my Dad's cock. It sent a chill through me. It was big from what I could tell. My Dad's dick was just inches from my face."It's okay," he said to. With the same suddeness, Bryan's rigidly embedded cock went limp. In one second it was packed fully up her ass, still oozing the last traces of his release. Then in the next moment, it went limp and slithered from her body in a hasty withdrawal. The reaction would have been humorous under different circumstance. As it was, Diana found absolutely no humor in the situation.As Bryan rolled to one side and dropped to the couch, she rolled to the other and collapsed on her still pleasantly throbbing. "His cock." "It was in proportion to the rest of him, quite long, very thick," she said, casually. "Bigger than me?" I asked, predictably. "Quite long and very thick," she said again. "So yes, bigger than you." I didn't really know how to react to that. "Does size really matter?" I asked, pathetically. "Yes, size does matter. It's not always better, but in his case, yes, it was nice!" "Did you go down on him?" "Yes I did go down on him, and no he didn't come in my mouth." I sat there, open.