I wanted to be one of those women.Over the years, Al and I had developed a friendly, flirtatious way of talking with each other. It was harmless enoug..., I suppose, though some of the things he had said to me about my appearance, and some hints about what he’d like to do with me had clearly crossed the line. I’d always laughed those comments off, treating them the way I felt about them, which was that they were meaningless. Al is a big, burly guy, not as tall as Chris, but probably outweighing. I always enjoyed being in the presence of cute company, especially younger teenage girls. Something about their personalities and attitudes just always put me in a good mood.Little did I know, this vacation would surpass any expectations I ever had about hanging out with my step-daughter and her friends.Throughout the early stages of the vacation, the flirting with her friend Katie took a very serious turn, and I in part, did nothing to stop it. I enjoyed the comments, the sexual banter (at. His cum juicesplurted into me and it felt as if we would be connected forever, soonthe pressure of fluid forced him out. How did he produce so much cum? Itwas unbelievable. Not to waste any precious time we quickly swappedaround to a 69 I sucked him as dry as I could whilst he tongued myclitty, almost starting me off again. Soon our first intercourse session was over and I was thrilled with hownatural and easy it had been, besides the excitement and lust etc. We gotdressed, there were still. The badge on her right tit said ?Angela – Duty Receptionist?. I wondered how welcoming she might be later. ?Ah, oh, yes,? I replied digging out another piece of plastic from my wallet and passing over my loyalty card, keen to collect the points that would offer me some possible future discount or other uncertain benefit. That's the thing about travelling on business, you need to take advantage of every little opportunity and there weren't likely to be many of those all this way from London. ?I.