On the second day ofthe convention I returned to the hotel room after splitting up fromJeanette for the afternoon. She was there with another woman."H... Sam, this is Liv." Liv had long straight black hair, deep redlipstick and reminded me of Liv Tyler. [Liv isn't her real name, but itis easier to name her Liv here.] She wore a pair of tight blue jeansand a black t-shirt. Jeanette happened to be wearing the samecombination."I hear you have a fantasy Sam... and Jeanette is so beautiful Icouldn't. But thanks anyway," she responded, resting her hand on mine.In a gentle move she guided my hand higher, up her thigh and to the soft inner side. She eased one leg away and gently guided my hand under her short skirt. My penis responded, growing lock-step with my rising hand.The television was forgotten when my hand touched soft cotton, my daughter's panties. She shuffled on my lap, turned her body slightly, her hand over mine guiding it and the next thing I knew, I was cupping utter sexiness.. Blondie was pissing me off big time. It was the way she kept sucking up to Martin that was driving me insane. Touching him with her hands every moment she could get away with. I wondered how much longer he would put up with her. The heat was causing us all to sweat like pigs. My breasts were rubbing raw against my body, I constantly had to wipe underneath them with the bottom of my shirt. Martin’s shirt was totally soaked. I hoped he’d managed to grab himself a replacement from the wreckage of. "urghhh gimme that fourth of July pussy i demanded.oh god right there you just-"she stammered just what? i replied just hold it don't move it god that feels so..so whoa holy fucking....the dick is" i lay there pumpin deep into her i pinned her to that couch and began doing dylan urghhh give me that damn pussy i demanded ohhh god fuck she gasped oh shit oh shit mmmmm she licked her lips fucker you black dicked motherfucker urghhhhhhhh she fingered her pussy and i looked down at my dick just.