As soon as we got to her door, she pulled me in and we kissed.Next thing you know, I'm on the top of her bunk bed, naked except for my boxers and she'... naked completely. I'm doing a rotating pattern of sucking on the nipples of her tits and I can make out the deep tan lines that mark where her bra stops covering her skin. She ran her fingers through my hair like I'm a fucking pet dog. She cooed and moved her head back and forth, as if nodding. She whispered to me to go down on her.This was. Jeff grabbed my hips hard, slammed into me, filling me, as he pumped into me.We decided to have room service that night. Not just because neither one of us could face the hard chairs of the restaurant; we felt the need for privacy. It probably won't be news to you, gentle reader, that a sore bottom makes me very horny. That day I had woken to the kiss of a leather paddle, and I had been very soundly birched, then caned. My backside was deliciously sore, and every time I moved I was aware of it.. I watched some tv but kept looking at her laying there with her hair messed up and her skirt half way up her thighs.She had amazing legs and I started thinking about her teen pussy at the top of them.It was getting me so horny thinking about her and what I would like to do with her. I had never fucked her as I looked on her like a daughter.I decided to wake her up and get her to bed. I started to give her a shake telling her to wake up. But there was no response from her. I put my hands on her. “Appalling, but true. Seriously, it’s just for three days!” dad said.“We like to be ready for every situation, if that takes fifty bags of clothes, then fine.”“Dad let it go, it’s an argument we can’t win. We just have to accept it,” I said.“See your son gets it, life would be much simpler if you just rolled with it.”“Do you have any bags you need help with dad?”“Nope, I was done an hour ago, I have the ONE duffle bag in the back corner.”“You mean the one that’s getting smashed by all the other.