It was a pretty nice hotel and we’re from a very small town so we decided to stay a couple of extra days and just relax and enjoy the city. It was ... Thursday and we had been out sight seeing and shopping all day and decided to head back to the hotel and relax. There was a bar connected to the lobby of our hotel and I saw the game on in there and talked Sarah into having a drink and watching for a bit. It was a Thursday so there weren’t many people there but we sat at the bar a couple of seats. Dad had fought in World War II. He was good at controlling his emotions. So was I. “Hi, Rodger,” he said, shaking my hand. “Hi, Dad,” I replied, “How’s Mom?” “She’s fine. Do you have everything?” “It’s over there,” I said, pointing to my sea bag. I tipped the bar tender with a one dollar bill. The bar tender tapped it on the counter twice, and said, “Welcome home, Marine.” He had short, blond hair, a white shirt, open at the neck, and looked the right age to have fought in. This applied even more pleasure and torture. He pushed me away because he could not take much more and would cum too soon. I climbed up and guided his shaft into my candied walls. I was soaking wet. I rode him and kissed him. I started to tighten my muscle around his dick. He struggled to hold back. He grabbed at my neck as I was riding him, choking me. This gave me the greatest excitement .I started to reminisce about Jamieka and Ali fucking last night , which drove me wild. I was bucking and. He removed one of my boob and pinching my nipple. I felt horny and the movie was quite boring.Suddenly, I bent down and took his cock in my mouth and starting sucking it. He was holding my head and guiding me to take it deeper. I sucked it for sometime and leaned back to my seat with his pre cum on my lips, then he lowered my two boobs along with my bra and started sucking it, meanwhile he unzipped my jean, removed the button, lowered my jean and panty and started rubbing my clit and fingered.