I smile at her and my eyes fall on her outfit. A kimono. I blush. Several times she has told me in our conversations that all she was wearing was a ki...ono. I wonder if she is wearing anything underneath. The thought excites me immensely. I can feel my nipples harden slightly and I know they will show through my clothes if they get harder. That makes me blush even more. I shake my head as I reach for the handle of my suitcase; this is the woman I have spend hours with chatting, fantasized about,. I sat down and poured us a glass of wine. When my dick had calmed down a bit I got up again and went to the bathroom. I was washing my hands when someone walked into the room, it was you. You said to me take me hunny, take me now. I locked the door to the bathroom and dropped my trousers. I picked you up and sat you on the edge near the hand basins. Your legs spread and I started to lick your pussy. You said what about our meal, I looked up and said I have all the food I need here, you laughed. She leant over and squeezed Libby’s hand.“I know, babe, no-one licks my clit quite like you, but I still love cock, and Vince may act like an arrogant twat sometimes, but he’s quite sweet when you get to know him. And he is good-looking, in a hot-and-I-know-it sort of way.”It was Libby’s turn to snort this time. “So what’s he saying now?”“He wants to watch me sucking another man’s cock,” admitted Claire.Libby looked puzzled. “Is that all? You’re always sucking other men’s cocks.”“Yes, but not. This was all so typical of Philip, whonever did anything by halves.I would have laughed, were it a laughing matter. Unfortunately, it wasnot.Could my father really do all those things? Yes, actually he veryprobably could were it in his nature to take a stand on anything.Would he do them for some unknown girl? The question required no answer.I suppose I could always confess the truth to Philip, and tell him who Ireally was, but I hardly thought there would be any benefit in it.Frankly, I rather.