We need advice, but who can we trust to give it to us?" Al, I'm afraid I don't have any contacts who could help us. You know anyone we could really tr...st with this kind of information?" I'm afraid I know very few people actually, Bonnie. I don't normally hang around people with authority. I hate to say this, but the only person I can think of who might know the kind of people we need advice from, is my father. My father and I don't have a good relationship. " Don't you think he would put aside. Never. Not even once. The most she said was that she wants to hug me tight. I tried talking like twice but she immediately diverted the topic to something else. I tried because sometimes i felt too strongly for her. I wanted her to be close to me. Really close. Anyway, I took the hint and never tried again. It was perhaps the environment she was bought up in. The values she lived with did not allow her to be openly romantic. I knew it. We have a similar culture back home. After all, it has. She slipped a finger between the white cotton of her panties and her shaved pubic area and easily parted her virginal lips. She gasped a little as she started to rub her herself, gently at first but was emboldened as the pleasure started to radiate from her pussy. Gabby was close to losing herself, she wanted to feel more, she wanted to feel her dad’s cock. The shock of thinking that didn’t slow her down, it didn’t send her running away it made her fingers work harder and her breast get. This went on for 45 minutes, full speed penetration and her grunting like it was the most intense orgasm ever. I was really impressed by hearing Lynn and Mr. Mystery Man fucking like bunnies for almost an hour. What happened next was amazing. After I started getting hard for the second time that evening (I had sprayed a creamy load of hot man-juice on the hotel’s beautiful emerald carpet) Lynn’s mystery man apparently changed position and starting fucking her so hard that she starting moaning.