But the young wife wanted her husband, not her fingers.The Mexican restaurant was on the first floor on a new motel/hotel with hats hung on the walls ...nd pictures of bull fights. A cute restaurant with a good reputation for the food it served. The pretty blond house wife ordered a Margaretta to stay with the Mexican theme while waiting for her husband. As she sipped her drink she checked out the bar and restaurant, admiring the atmosphere. There were three business men sitting at the bar. " I smiled and thanked him and walked back through the gate to where my husband was sat on the patio."How are they getting on," he asked, and I reported that they were making very fast progress, and had offered to do other things to fill the time we'd paid for. "That's nice of them," he replied. "I can guess which bush they'd want to turn their attention to once they've finished the list. I saw how Paul looked at you. And you at him." "Rubbish. He's not going to be interested in a woman of my. “When a boy gets a hard-on for a girl it means he wants to fuck her… Does that mean you want to fuck me Mr. Morgan?”“Mmmm… yeah,” my daughter said, openly fondling her breasts in front of her poor old Dad’s amazed eyes, “does that mean you want to fuck me too, Daddy?”I couldn’t answer. I wouldn’t.“Oooohh… cat got your tongue, Mr. Morgan,” Amy teased, at last grasping my cock in her hand through my pants, squeezing torturously.“Or maybe a little pussy, Daddy,” my daughter said impishly, taking. "I've been practicing up on my poker skills, Texas Hold'em style." He grabs a beer for himself and one for me from the fridge and sits on the couch next to his wife.Rosie giggles. "Strip poker?" She asks still giggling. I look at Danielle and we both shrug. "That's fine with us," answers Danielle and I nob my head yes without saying anything. "Wow, Rosie," exclaims Ronnie. "How strong is that wine? I guess if everyone else is fine with it, I am. First off, the rules. If you lose the hand, you.