I was dying to know what had been said up there - it made me reallynervous and really curious at the same time - but I figured I'd haveto wait until l...ter. For now she just sat down quietly next to me.I saw a magazine on the table that I thought looked interesting andstarted reading through it. Ten minutes later I saw a door open nextto the front desk and heard, "Tiffany?"I stood up and walked over to her followed by my Mom. She led us downthe hallway to a room where she put me through a. We both stare in the mirror and enjoy the sight for a while. There are her tits bouncing in the rhythm as my hard and moist cock is pumping in and out of her. “Oh yes,” I started to moan loudly, calling out her name.I caressed her thighs with one hand feeling the smoothness of her beautiful skin. I thrust deeper and deeper inside her lovely cunt. We are both panting heavily going fast towards the point of no return. I think we needed a break. I wanted to feel her tits in my hands now, play with. It was also that summer that they took the first steps towards attracting 'Daddy' as the three referred to me. Up until then they had regarded me as all teens regard their parents – a complete lack of interest combined with a certain disdain that someone so old could tell them what to do.But like all young girls, once the boys had started to be attracted to their new sexual personas, they couldn't get enough of the compliments and attention they received, and even demanded that an old man like. You know I can twist you around my little finger, don’t you?”, said with a devilish smile while she traced her pink fingertip across his lips.“Well, um, huh, well err.”“Hush, Daddy. You’re out of your league. I was just going to ask this gentleman if he would mind giving us a guided tour of the dark side of Paris. I’m sure he knows it well.”She had me there. Of course I was not a taxi driver or a resident, but I was one hell of a voyeuristic, frequent tourist. I knew the places she meant, but.