Tired after the long flight from San Francisco, by way of Paris, we handed our passports to the guy at the desk of the Monte Carlo, eager for our room and some rest. “Thank you, sir and young lady,” he said. “I see you are staying four nights. And the young lady became seventeen just…
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“Mom told me you had a nice cock, Daddy,” Ashley said as she emerged from the bathroom. “Boy, was she right!” I was lying on my bed at the Hotel Monte Carlo. If we walked out to the sliver of a balcony, we could look up and down Barcelona’s Ramblas. Music from a video channel…
“Honey,” I said, “we need to get up early tomorrow for the airport.You should start packing.” I only had myself to blame. This was our last night in Barcelona; after a fine fish dinner and a walk down to the statue of the Columbus by the Mediterranean, I’d let Ashley choose from the list of…