Looking rather curious. ?I’m sorry. Eventually I had to ask. I didn’t ask an employee though. I asked another customer. Well?actually several, but...eventually someone was able to tell me where to find them. I’m sorry, I tried to avoid that but you didn’t tell me not to talk to anyone? She smiled. ?No, you did well. Much better than I expected actually. That’s why I like you so much, Doug. You thought on your feet. That was smart. I didn’t consider that. I thought you’d either come home without. “Lick it,” my daughter commanded. “My cunt, daddy,” she breathed, a finger sliding over her clit.It was a ridiculous response considering what we’d said and done so far, but to hear my daughter use that word still had the power to shock me.I took a moment to imprint the image on my memory. It’s not something I’ll ever forget: a beautiful girl in her prime, her body lithe and tanned as she fingered her bean and looked at me with an expression of hot-eyed desire. In that moment, nothing else. Trevor handed me a beautiful 16mm movie camera; he said that he knew I would have done a good job of the pictures and the photos last time and he didn`t want to insult me with a payment, though he would pay for the mounting and framing`s, as they couldn`t afford what he felt they were worth, they had come up with the idea of the camera, obtained from a friend in the business [an expensive item at that time] so we could all enjoy the films and I would have a role to play as he could see I was. She leaves with me. We walk into my suite, freshly made up with the starchy clean smell one gets when they first check in. Erica immediately moves to the window to check out the view. I stand beside her and place my hand on her shoulder. She turns her head, smiles, and we kiss in the subdued light from the streets of Munich.We explore each other's tongues; rolling, tapping, point-to-point, jabbing, and licking. I'm quickly getting hard, as she can tell when her hand is placed on my pants. She.