The girls had to be prodded to move since they constantly stood gawking with their mouths open. It was a warm day, but nothing they were not used to. ...my went to the desk in the large, opulent lobby where the clerk snapped his fingers for bell boys to carry their luggage. The girls kept turning around in circles looking up and around in awe as they walked toward the elevator.The elevator was as much a mystery as everything else. They were frightened as the doors closed and they felt the jolt of. And I won't get lazy like some girls and ask you to masturbate while I lazily finger you, oh no. Those girls might as well be looking at their watch. I am going to work you over good. You will be begging me to stop when I get through with you". I start to kiss your throat, then move over and bite your earlobes. I kiss your eyelids while one hand slowly grazes the length of your beautiful body. I kiss you on the mouth and then down, down, down. I tickle your mound with my lips. You are already. What names to use? How about Mike and Betty, that's our real names? Knowing Betty, she wouldn't mind.'Main Characters: Mike and Betty'I remember that one guy I talked to on IM, WobblyDonkey, does a good job of setting up his stories. He said it's best to keep an outline simple and fill in the gaps later.'It started when I first met Betty, how beautiful she was and is still.The courtship lasted six months. We filled those moments with sentimental memories of our first hand holding, kisses,. "Ohhh," Heather groaned, eyes closed, heavy breasts rising and falling.I lowered one of Heather's legs to the bed. Then I lay the other one down, reaching the position we both intended, Daddy between his teenage daughter's legs. My hands fed on the warm, smooth skin of Heather's legs, caressing up over her knees, pressing into the inside of her thighs. I set the 'Record' button on my eyes, directing my own zoom-in, as I lowered my face towards my own daughter's vagina. Heather's pretty folds.