Rick finally composed himself enough to say, ‘I’m sorry. I got a little excited there. I meant yes, we’ll start with the tuna dish please.’ A... the waitress walked away, Rick lifted up the tablecloth. Antonella was still sucking away making sure every last drop was accounted for. Rick could only lean back and take a deep breath as he closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t pass out. Dinner went by fast and before they knew it, Rick was leading Antonella out of the restaurant. They walked around. He let her have her way with him. However, it was her own desire to get fucked that regretfully stopped her oral ministrations and she went back to the bed where she lay on her back, spreading her toned legs in open invitation. Her slightly open pussy with the wet, swollen, lips was ready for the taking. Her vulva looked like a juicy fruit one would be greedy to bite in it. This gorgeous woman was a complete package, voluptuous with curves not even the best artist could draw better and without. The hand slides up my back playing with my hair. This is the biggest turn on for me is when someone plays with my hair I have no clue why. Luckily it's dark or the person would see the wetness dripping down onto the sheets. They play with my hair for a few minutes more then try to turn over and realized I'm bound on a bed by my hands and feet and suddenly realize what may happen so I start to plead and beg with the person to no avail. I feel the person move back and I get scared thinking they. Was my mind trying to separate daughter/father in order to preserve the status quo?May and I took a couple of long walks. Seeing the Mendenhall Glacier was one of our side trips that we took alone. Everyone else went in the afternoon while May and I went in the morning.Feeling the cold air waft off of ages old ice was invigorating to say the least. May was radiantly glowing, especially with our conversation. We were talking over what we would do after the trip. I was pressing for a permanent.