She smiled. It was the perfect choice to wear this morning. It was tight enough to show off her ‘amazing tits,’ and it would let her daddy know ex...ctly how she felt about him. Samantha wondered if they made a ‘Daddy’s Little Plaything’ shirt. ‘Oh well, I can look for one next time we go shopping!’ She put on her tight shirt and looked down to admire her protruding breasts. She could still remember looking down at this very same shirt when she didn’t have any breasts at all. She squeezed both of. "Hmmmmmm ... just one problem..." I looked up at him with questioning eyes as I wasn't sure what he meant."With your mouth this far down on my cock, I can't really stroke the head the way I like," he said with a concerned look on his face. All of a sudden, his eyes lit up. "I know! Since I can't use my hand on the end the way I want to, why don't you use your tongue and kind of swirl it all around my cockhead?" he asked eagerly. "I think if you use your tongue like that and kind of suck on the. “Mind if I do” Bobby asked politely. “Sure, knock yourself out,” said Peter. Bobby went and picked up the guitar and brought it back to the couch. He played a few chords on the long forgotten instrument and the out of tune notes rang in the air. After patiently tuning the guitar, Bobby strummed a few notes that showed he could play. “Cool” Yvette and Peter said in unison, “play us something”. Bobby smiled with reserve and was thinking about what to play, he was very shy but he loved playing. ’ ‘That’s really kind Bob, are you sure’? ‘Positive Bill we know students are always short of cash, especially at the end of term.’ Bob parked up and we made our way to the hotel bar. Jenny was wearing a chiffon summer skirt and red blouse. She led the way with Bob and me in tow. It was then I noticed Jenny’s legs, a very nice set of stems; slim ankles and nice calves. Bob paused and pointed to a first floor bedroom with its own balcony. ‘Before we bought the caravan Jenny and I used to stay.