As Daddy reached the top of the stairs, a wicked idea blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panties, my breasts jiggling. They were cute,...little titties. Perfect cones topped by pink nipples. Both were hard and delicious.I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty feeling that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard Daddy reach the top of the stairs. He was about to walk by my door.I turned to face it and said in a cheerful voice, “Hi, Daddy!”He was just passing my door. I. You begin pulsing your pussy muscles trapping my sensitive cock head in your moist wet pussy knowing the feeling is driving me insane. Then just as quick as you start you abruptly stop. Now you take my cock all the way inside of you and just sit there not moving a muscle.“Do you like the feeling of my warm pussy being wrapped around your cock,” You asked.“Do I. It feels great,” I responded.“Good then don’t move a muscle or I will take it out,” she stated. You just sat there letting my orgasm. We eventually met, and although we tried at first to fight it, we fell in love. Thinking of those early secret meetings, my mind wandered to a time when we had met in a very similar hotel to this. We had managed to find just a couple of hours to meet up during the day. That day we had sat in the hotel lounge, me with a hot chocolate, him with a coffee. As I recall, I leant forward to pick up my cup from the low table in front of us, and the hand that had been draped around my shoulders,. I still remember what she was wearing since she usually wore a black silk robe after her work out and shower. I couldn't move, i had no clue what to say or do. Then she said to me with her thin Italian accent, "I cant believe you would go behind my back and learn about this without me." When I was next to her she double clicked a movie clip of a mature women getting pumped vigorously in the ass in reverse cowboy. Mom said "that's not how people usually have sex." I was still in shock and.