“Your daughter was going to get this tonight,” I said cruelly. “Did you get a good eyeful?”
“Not as good as I am now.”
She caught my hand, pressed it harder to her pussy, trying to get me to slip into her, I resisted. “You came!” She whispered, accusingly, as if our deal had been I would not. I was trapped, and I really needed an escape, because semi was starting to turn into hard. “Do you think it is appropriate you are hanging around with a fifteen year old girl?”
I saw he wince in real pain as I grabbed her arm by the bicep and forced her into the shadow of towed array, out of sight of gawkers. After a long slog up the Great St Lawrence Seaway we tied up alongside this beautiful city, the gangway went down and we were off like a crowd of randy alley cats. “I saw you looking up my mother’s skirt, your dirty bastard!” She gasped as I slid a finger over the lips of her vagina. She was too good, too fast, I could not last like this, I tried to slow her down but her nails twitched at my balls when I tried to get a grip on her hair.
