Rosa murmured some words of magic and candelabra on pillars around the room flared into life, filling the room with a soothing glow."Fancy, isn't it,"...she whispered silkily in his ear.It was awe-inspiring. The room belonged to a luxury palace out of the Arabian Nights. Erotic mosaics decorated the floor and walls of the pool. The taps, gilded in gold, were twisted into the sensuous shapes of buxom mermaids. Above the pool a gigantic circular mirror was inlaid into the ceiling."Where is this. Her parents would be gone from June 26th through the 30th. I told her that any of those days would be fine, and I would make sure I worked mornings and early afternoons. She was happy, told me she was concerned about me, and was excited that we were going to get to see each other. I let her know that Pete and Melanie were trying to fix their relationship which made her even happier.I called Melanie and this time I got hold of her. She and Pete were talking. No change yet, but she was feeling. I carefully wiped away the mess and gave my donation to the toilet. While in the shower, thoughts of Renée crept back into my head. I never could have guessed that I would have actually gotten to talk to her at length, much less have sex with such a scrumptious woman, but it had happened and later that morning I was supposed to meet her at Charlie's Café. She had told me she wanted more of me, and the idea of having her again caused the appropriate response. With a touch I realized that. I was powerless to do anything, and he moved me to just sit on his face. His only words were to "Grind Baby Girl." I did too, and the entire time I was grinding, I was telling him how much I loved him, and how great "Daddy's tongue felt on my pussy." I must say that grinding your naked pussy on your Dad's face is beyond anything else you could imagine, at least until you feel his hard cock enter you. The more I talked to Daddy about making love to his baby girl, the harder and more intense it.