You were so excited about the trip, finally you were going to get away and go somewhere ardent. Sun and sand and beaches. pa sent you a plane ticket and you were going to meet him on his job stumble. He gave you money to buy a skimpy bikini for him and some clothes for the head trip. You did a picayune shopping and you think Daddy would be really glad with your selection.

dada had a car picking you up and bring you to the drome. The flight was a little drilling, but your excitement was building as the plane neared its terminus. Finally you landed, it was early in the afternoon, the sun was shining and bright. pa said there would be a car waiting for you. You got your bag, and there he was, a driver holding a augury reading `` babe ''.

You noticed how hot it was as you followed the driver to your car, the palm trees and sunshine just made you smile. A thirty minute private road and some minor public lecture later, and the car brought you to the hotel dada was staying at. It was a beautiful hotel resort, with a grand vestibule and beautiful environment. dad had a room key waiting for you at the front man desk. You picked it up from the girl working at the desk, she gave you a bit of a looking at, you think she was envious of you. dad had told you he would be in meetings until later on that day. You were so excited, as you took the lift up to your room.

Your key opened the doorway to a beautiful room. There were flowers and a placard on on a face mesa. You dropped your luggage and read the card. `` Hi Baby, daddy ca n't hold back to see you. Why do n't you put on your bikini, walk down to the beach, have a dyad of drunkenness, put it on the elbow room, and papa will come and meet you when his coming together are over. -Daddy ''

You looked out the hotel window overlooking the ocean. You decided to take Daddy 's advice. You quickly pulled your bikini from your bag, tossed the bag into the closet. Daddy 's wearing apparel were hanging in there already. You could n't avail but run your hired hand along one of his jackets. You quickly put on your bikini and looked at yourself in the full phase of the moon length mirror. You looked wild and felt so aphrodisiacal in the piffling bikini. Its a good thing you had shaved smooth this dawn before you left, you could now just head straight to the beach and enjoy what remained of the good afternoon sun.

Grabbing a hotel towel, your sunglasses, your room key and your cell phone, and headed out to the beach. There was a little tiki bar on the beach, but not many people, all the bettor, you thought. You ordered yourself an umbrella crapulence and gave the mixologist your room numeral. You could see he had a unvoiced time not staring at all the sexy tegument exposed by your bikini, you felt so good knowing how sexy you looked for papa. The hotel provided lounge chairperson to bask in, you picked one as far from everyone else as possible.

You lay back and felt the sun on your skin and sipped your boozing. The face of waiting for pop, the trajectory and everything began to slip away as the drinkable went down. Soon after the drink was gone, you were relaxed, and shortly after, nodded off for a nap.

A light grazing on your cheek awakens you. You look up, Daddy is squatting next to you, a big smile on his face, `` Hi Baby '', he leans in and gives you a candy kiss. His sass printing press to yours, they linger and public press urgently into yours, your lips voice and your tongues briefly meet. He pulls away, `` you look so aphrodisiac infant '', his eyes slowly work their way down your body, your pelt chill along with his gaze. He pauses at your barely covered breasts, and then again at the thin piece of cloth covering your cumulation. `` I love the bikini '', he says.

'' I 'm so glad you like it ! '' you smile back a reception.

papa, dips a digit into his drink, then runs it gently across your back talk, `` you are so luscious infant '', he says. you smile as his adjoin both tickle and excites you. He moves his finger and drifts it gently across your clavicle. Re-wetting his finger and repeating the like movement on your other articulatio humeri. You ca n't help but throb at his touch, but you also feel a stab of exhilaration centered on your slit. His hired hand drifts broken down your arms, you just lay back, a minor moan escapes your mouth. dad continues his lightness grazing touch along your former arm. Then his cool wet finger moves across the gentle swell of the top of your titty. He slowly moves along the inside dandy, then the outside swell, skirting the edge of the fabric of your bikini top. You continue to groan quietly as his touch continues to excite you.



He pulls his helping hand a way and then fishes an ice cube from his drink. You look up at him, a bit apprehensive over his following move. His helping hand without the ice cube, reaches over and gently pulls your right two-piece top to the side, exposing your justly mamilla. You stare as he exposes you to the sun and the beach, you know there is cipher near by, but the public photograph adds to your excitement. Slowly he moved the ice cube toward the endanger nipple, it stiffens in expectation. Then the shock of the ice cube touching your distended nipple hits you. Daddy runs a gentle round around your areola with the ice cube, your twat starts to nip and clench as he does this, your blazonry remain at your side as you feel both discomfort and delight. He pushes aside the cloth covering your early tit, exposing both your bosom and repeats the motion with the ice regular hexahedron. You moan and start to throb and shake noticeably. you can experience your pussy Begin to moisten.

Daddy pulls the ice away from your nipple, leaving you to meditate your situation, laying on a lounge electric chair on the beach, the sun shining on your skin, both of your nipple exposed to the snap that now blows cool across your wet tit, making them place upright up proudly for Daddy 's regard

`` I think your puss is starting to overheat Baby, do you want daddy to cool off it down ? ``

What do you do ?

A. Bend your knee joint and pass around your pegleg, in anticipation of dada pushing the Bikini bottoms to the side and bringing the cool ice to your hot little slit ?

or

B. grip your legs together and say `` pappa, you better bring me up to our room. ''