We are in the middle of something we don’t understand. Amidst this confusion I can feel my nipples hardening, pushing against the wet camisole. I pu...l Michael into a side alley and kiss him with all the passion I feel bursting from my pussy. Before they kill me, I want to fuck Michael. I can feel his cock responding to my passion. But for once he reacts with his other head. “We have to move to another hotel,” says Michael, pushing me away. “You’re right.” Disappointed I let him go. We flag. This wasnearly as good as the accommodation in Auckland it was more like a hotelthan a hostel. We got a family room, which was ample for us four. Therewas a lounge that overlooked the bay; a shared kitchen and huge diningroom. Danny the owner found somewhere we could safely store the bikesfor the week we were there.After a month on the road camping we needed a bit of pampering, weshowered, really washed and conditioned our hair, then spent time beinggirley. We tidied up our eyebrows, gave each. I pull on your boxers, hooking my fingers in each side and slowly lowering them. You always wear your Armani briefs. I kiss along the V of your hips and begin to lower my mouth as I push your boxers to the floor. You kick them off quickly. We won't need those for a while. Your dick is rock hard now and ready for me, but I don't give in yet. I kiss the tops of your thighs moving closer to you shaft and licking the line along your groin as you squirm.I'm on my knees for you now. I take your dick. One second she was topless, and the next she was completely naked. My gaze instinctively travelled to her pussy. I once again got a sense of déjà vu at the sight of her tight, clean-shaven slit. It looked exactly as mine had before giving birth.It took a while before I realized how wrong this all was. Barbie may have been my daughter, and I may have seen her naked countless times during her youth, she was now eighteen years old. She was an adult. It took a moment, but I managed to tear my gaze.