Another deep breath. Can we talk about something else? What is your daughters name? Samantha I said, she goes by Sam. Boss Have you had sex with her? NO! NEVER! Just talking about all this had him getting hard again. It was perverted but the thought of filling Sam up with cum was turning him on. Listen Cyndi, I am getting indian hungry and we need fuel. Let’s stop and get some gas and a bite to eat. Cyndi blurted out, and a motel? I really need your fat cock in my pussy. I can’t stop thinking about. Besides we both could use a shower and a cozy bed. We might get some sleep, that is, if I can wear out Mr. Happy. She winked again. The inn keeper gave them a funny look, but Mike asked if the room had a blow dryer for his daughter. This seemed to appease the innkeeper as he assured them it did. Cyndi, poured it on, by saying daddy your the greatest, I love you. Then giving him a big hug and a kiss on the amateur cheek. She was giggling like pre-teen girl, all the way to the room. After they were in the room, this play acting continued. In the shower, she called for Mike by calling him daddy. Daddy, I need you to wash my bum. Daddy, wash my back. Daddy, wash my pussy. He was actually getting into the whole role playing game. Then she said call me Sam. “I love being in your ass! “You were just about to tell a good sex story of your Boss own” I said. Satisfied they were both ready, David positioned the swollen amateur knob of his prick against the outer lips of Naomi’s pulsing pussy. Vera’s eyes were just as wide as her sisters, as both of them were sharing this new experience. My mother got her things together and asked me to clean up the kitchen and then she left. I screw my face up and stick my tongue out. The car pulled off and the door closed, and the challenge had begun for what indian I was actually going to do for the night. I was embarrassed to notice there was already a small wet spot there. They were close by the time I felt sand beneath my feet. "Dad?"