At the Festival Pt. 02

At the Festival with my Daughter - Part 2

My daughter and I found a quiet place to sit down, and Amelia handed me her vape. I took a long drag, and I instantly felt light and excited. I was about to hand the vape back to her when I heard a familiar voice.

"Holy shit! It's the zaddy!"

I turned toward the voice, and I saw the young man from the hotel elevator earlier that day. He was still wearing his florescent zebra-striped shirt, but now it was unbuttoned, and I could see his smooth chest covered in a light sheen of sweat. He had sandy blonde hair, an even tan, and a friendly smile. He looked to be around six feet tall, and it was clear from the definition in his arms and his abs that he worked-out. He was around my daughter's age, and he had his arm around an equally-young woman with a golden tan and jet-black hair. She was petite and slim, and almost all of her exposed skin was covered with glitter. She wore a barely-there bikini top that was trimmed with actual LED lights, and lime-green boy-shorts that were so tight I could see that she shaved her pussy. I stood up to greet them, and since the molly had me feeling warm and friendly, I gave the guy a big hug.

"Hey man, I never got your name," I said as we embraced like old friends.

"I'm Marcus, and this is Riley," he said.

"Hiiiiii!" Riley said in a sing-song voice as she carelessly threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. Then she giggled and bounced back into Marcus's arms. She put a small hand on his muscular chest and melted her body into his.

"And you must be the hot date he was talking about," Marcus said to Amelia as she stood up and wrapped her arms possessively around my waist.

"Call me Ames, and I am his hot date." She paused. "How do you all know each other?"

"Actually, Ames, uh, babe," I stuttered, "we don't really know each other. I ran into Marcus in the hotel elevator earlier today, and he made room in the crowd so I could get off." It was the absolute truth, and it sounded totally lame.

"It's true," Marcus added. "Me and Riley and our friends almost trapped him in the elevator by accident."

"Yeah," Riley continued. "And, like, he was like, 'excuse me, please,' and everybody in the elevator thought he was really nice, and like, super-hot in like, a zaddy-kinda way, and he said he had a hot date, so we were all like, 'See you later, zaddy!' and now here we are. Am I talking to much? I'm sorry, I'm a little high. Well, we're a little high. We're high. Hiiiii!" and Riley giggled again.

"That's okay," my daughter chimed in. "We're both totally rolling right now," she said in a tipsy stage whisper. She pulled up her sunglasses to reveal the blackness of her dilated pupils to Marcus and Riley.

"Oh my god, babes, you are so hot, come here!" Riley said as she untangled herself from Marcus and pulled my daughter into an open-mouthed kiss. Amelia didn't seem to think twice about the kiss, and she grabbed Riley's firm ass with both hands. I watched in awe as their hands explored each other and their tongues wrestled.

"Sorry, man. Riley seems to have that effect on people," Marcus said as he put an arm around my shoulder. Even though we had just met, it felt good to have Marcus's arm around me.

"I'm not complaining," I said. "This is awesome. I could watch this all day," I said with a sigh. I was still rolling, so every sense and experience was still heightened. Marcus's body next to mine was like a furnace in the cool ocean breeze.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you say that, because Riley might not give her back," Marcus said with a chuckle. "So, we might have to find a way to entertain ourselves for a while." Then Marcus leaned in and put his lips against my ear. "Or each other."

"That's fine, I'm down for whatever." I was suddenly eager to experience everything and anything all at once. One of Marcus's hands grabbed my ass, and the strong grip sent tingles down my legs and up my spine. Then Marcus snaked a hand under one of the loose legs of my shorts, and he reached for my cock. Marcus's grip was firm, but soft, and I started to grow hard in his hand.

"Very nice," Marcus said as his lips slid down my neck.

"Oh, wow," I murmured in appreciation.

Apparently, Riley did let Amelia go, because when I looked at them, they were both staring at us. Despite being high and incredibly aroused, I was suddenly embarrassed. I had never kissed a man, touched a man, been touched by a man, or been with a man in any way before, and I just let a practical stranger grab my cock. And I liked it. Before I could say anything, Riley broke the silence.

"Fuck that is HOT! I LOVE watching two guys together! Don't you, Ames?"

My daughter's reply floored me completely. "I do. It's so fucking hot. Did you like it, Daddy?"

My mind was spinning. The molly, the vape, Marcus, Riley, my daughter. So much was happening so fast. And my daughter was calling me "Daddy," in front of Marcus and Riley. What would they think?

"Ooooh, Daddy," Riley teased. "Can I call you 'Daddy,' too?"

My daughter answered for me. "He's my Daddy," Amelia slid next to me and kissed me directly on the lips. "But I'll share him with you."

There was a light-hearted cheer of "Yay, Daddy!" followed by laughter, and then a group hug. Thanks to the effects of the MDMA, we all professed how happy we were to meet each other, how lucky we were to run into each other again, how hot everybody was, how gorgeous everybody was, and how we were meant to be together.

"Oh, it's almost time!" my daughter suddenly exclaimed in a moment of lucidity. We all looked at her with anticipation. "The final set is starting soon. We need to re-up and head back to the stage."

"Oh, yeah," I said.

"Good idea," said Marcus.

"Yay! We'll all go together," said Riley as she bounced up and down.

Amelia handed me another purple pill, which I immediately swallowed with a swig of water. Amelia took a sip of water, downed her pill, and then chased it with a long drag on the vape. I wasn't paying close attention to Marcus and Riley, but I saw Marcus lick some brownish crystal residue from inside a small plastic bag.

Then my daughter took charge. "Did we all re-up?" We all nodded with silly grins on our faces. "Do we all have gum?" We all fished around in our pockets or belt bags for gum. When were all happily chewing, Amelia continued. "Water?" We all held-up our mostly-full water bottles. "Okay. I got the vapes. Let's go!" Amelia grabbed my hand, I grabbed Marcus's hand, he grabbed Riley, and we skipped and weaved our way back to the main stage.

We made it back to the main stage with time to spare, and we stood together in a small circle facing each other as we waited for the final act to begin. The night sky was cloudless, and the stars buzzed and vibrated like glowing bees. The bass from the other stages bounced around us, and the conversations that surrounded us sounded like a hum of gibberish, punctuated by an occasional stray word or exclamation. I don't know how long we waited - a warped sense of time is one of the effects of being on molly - and I was enjoying every second with my daughter and our new friends. We kept touching each other and complimenting each other. There was an innocence to our combined attraction because we were aroused by the idea of making each other happy.

"Ooooooh yessssss," Riley sighed deeply. "I'm coming up."

"Yeah, babe?" Marcus asked.

"Yeeeeaaaaahhh," Riley's voice was deep and full of breath.

Marcus stood behind Riley, and he began to run his fingers through her hair. His fingers wandered to her temples, which he gently massaged, before running down the length of her jawline. "Does this feel good?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yessss. Keep doing that to my jaw."

"Okay babe, you're clenching."

"I have something to help keep you from clenching," Amelia said. She stepped in front of Riley and ran her tongue from Riley's chin to her lips. "Kiss me."

"Yeah, babes."

For the second time that evening, Riley and my daughter began to make-out. They started gently at first, and I could see their wet tongues slide into each other's open mouths. Soon, the kissing turned urgent and almost fierce, and their mouths looked as though they were locked together. I stood dumbstruck when Marcus brought me back to reality.

"Dude, do what I'm doing," he said.

I stood behind my daughter, and I began to massage her head and temples and jawline, like Marcus was doing to Riley. Amelia and Riley had their hands around each other, so I could feel Riley's hands exploring my daughter's body. I wondered if Marcus could feel my daughter's hands. I heard Marcus moan slightly, so I assumed that he was coming up, or that he could feel what my daughter was doing to Riley. Then I felt one of Riley's hands on my skin.

Her touch was different than my daughter's. Her hand was small and soft, like Amelia's, but it moved more urgently, and more assuredly. And thanks to the molly, her fingers moved like ribbons of silk over my skin. Before I could really process the fact that she was touching me, she slid a hand down my shorts and grabbed my incredibly hard cock. I let out a moan, like Marcus had done earlier, and I realized that my daughter must be stroking him. For a moment, I had an out-of-body experience as I visualized the scene I was in. Riley and Amelia were kissing each other, while I stood behind my daughter and Marcus stood behind Riley. Marcus and I were massaging the girls' temples and hair, while the girls had reached around each other to grab our cocks. Riley's grip around my cock grew tighter as she pulled me in closer.

The next thing I knew, Marcus and I were face-to-face, and his lips were on mine. Even though he was clean-shaven, I could still feel stubble against my skin, and I wondered if that is what kissing me felt like for my daughter. His tongue was larger than I was used to, even though it was soft and gentle. I surprised myself by relaxing into Riley's grip, into my daughter's body, and into Marcus's kiss. I kissed him back, eagerly, as if to prove that I could kiss another man. The girls between us squirmed and turned, and soon we were locked in a four-way kiss. I kissed my daughter, she kissed Riley, Riley kissed me, Marcus kissed Riley, my daughter kissed Marcus, I kissed Marcus, and we all kissed each other. Our mouths were wet with each other's saliva, and our hands held us together in a single mass of warm flesh.

"Whew, I need a second." My daughter was the first one to come up for air. "I think it's hitting, it's hot. Fuck." She took a sip of water and a hit from her vape.

"Yeah? You okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Ooooh, yeah," Amelia breathed. "It's strong. I want to move. Here, take this," and she handed me the vape.

I sucked in the fruit-flavored smoke and let it lift me over the edge. I could definitely feel the second dose of MDMA rolling through me. It was like the first dose, in that waves of coolness washed over me. I still felt light and floaty, and my limbs felt heavy and detached from my body at the same time. The sky brightened and the stars buzzed and vibrated faster than before. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate, and with each heartbeat I could literally feel my blood get pushed through my veins. I was warm. I was sweating. I was relaxed. I was in love with my daughter. With life. With Marcus and Riley. With the moment. With everything around us. And I was thirsty.

"Babe, can I have some water?" I asked my daughter.

"Of course, Daddy, here you go." Amelia leaned over to me, put her hand on my cock, slid her tongue into my mouth, and handed me the water bottle.

"Ugh, thank you. It's hot. I'm hot. Are you hot?" I asked the group while sipping water. It looked like everybody was riding the wave because I didn't get verbal responses. We were all just swaying back and forth, lightly stroking each other, or holding onto each other as if we needed anchors as we bobbed in a sea of MDMA. Then I had an idea. I pulled out the small fan Amelia had brought in her belt bag, and I fanned the back of her neck.

"Oooh that gives me shivers!" Amelia said. She lifted her blonde hair to expose her neckline. "Keep doing it." Even though it was a warm night, and we were in the middle of the crowd, I could see goose-bumps rise on my daughter's perfect skin. After a few moments, she turned to me, put her arms around my neck, and pressed her mouth against mine. "Kiss me again, Daddy."

"You know the answer is always 'yes' to you, baby." I pulled her tight against me, squeezing her as though I wanted to absorb her body into mine. I could feel her breasts through the mesh of her shirt, and my hard cock pressed into her belly. My hands found their way down to her perfect ass, and I held her ass cheeks like I was afraid of losing them. Our lips and tongues were slippery against each other.

"Touch me," my daughter commanded. She grabbed one of my hands and guided it under her skirt. "Feel how wet I am." Her fingers deftly moved her thong aside, and suddenly my fingers were touching her extremely wet, extremely soft, extremely smooth, extremely perfect pussy. "That's for you, Daddy." Then her other hand found its way up my shorts again, and she confidently grabbed my erection. "And this is for me."

I let myself enjoy the feeling of my daughter and I touching each other, reveling in the heightened sensations as we both rolled on molly. Then, a tidal wave of sound, followed by an avalanche of light, exploded from the stage. It was so sudden and shocking that I could feel the vibrations in my bones. Amelia and I continued to touch each other as the crowd around us - which had been sitting on the grass, or talking, or kissing, or smoking, or whatevering - stood up to face the stage. I slowly slid my fingers from my daughter's pussy, and I put my fingers, coated and wet with her juices, into my mouth and sucked each one clean. "You taste amazing, baby."

My daughter gave my hard cock another delicate stroke beneath my shorts. "I can't wait to taste you, Daddy."

There was a deep throb of bass, followed by another flash of light, red this time, and the crowd released a collective, "Whoa!"

"COME ON, LET'S DANCE!" Riley shouted over the rising music. She grabbed Amelia, and the two of them began to dance to the music. I let my body move to the music as well, swaying from side to side, rocking back and forth, while I felt the joy of collective consciousness and MDMA flow around and through me. I was dazzled by the lights and sounds, and I felt transported to another place - a place without fear or worry or sorrow or judgment. I was in a place with peace and happiness and love. I was in this moment, and in every moment, with my amazing, gorgeous daughter, and our new friends, and this entire crowd.

I watched Amelia and Riley dance in front of me. Their lithe bodies were liquid sculptures of perfect curves and proportions. Amelia's breasts, decorated with pasties and trapped under her mesh top, were full and round. They moved with her body and bobbed in time with her movements. The globes of her ass were highlighted by the shortness of her skirt and the bright pink thong that was barely visible between her ass-cheeks. Her ass sprang and jiggled as she danced, and I could see the taut muscles flex when she moved. Riley moved with frenetic energy that was sexy and uncontrollable at the same time. Her breasts were smaller than Amelia's, and they were so firm with youth that they barely moved beneath her bikini top as she danced. Riley's ass was pert, round, high, and muscular, and she moved it up and down and side to side as though she were trying to hypnotize us with flashes of fluorescent boy-shorts.

"You okay, man?" Marcus whispered into my ear. I was so transfixed by the music and the girls that I didn't even notice him standing so close to me.

"Fuck yeah," I said. Then I took a long deep breath as another wave of molly washed over me.

The girls continued to dance, and their movements became synchronized with each other. They started to touch each other, and kiss each other, then separate and dance some more, then come back together like they were tied together with a rubber-band.

"They're amazing, and we're the luckiest guys in the world." Marcus had his arm around my shoulder, and I put an arm around his waist. We stood, side by side, and leaned into each other. I could feel Marcus's hand stroke and tickle the back of my neck. It was like being tickled with a warm feather, and I didn't want it to end.

"We are lucky," I said as I turned to face Marcus. "Can I kiss you?" I asked. "I want to kiss you."

Marcus responded by turning his body toward me, pressing himself against me, and feeding his lips to mine. It was the second time I kissed Marcus, and it was even better than the first time. I don't know if it was the molly, or because I initiated it, I just know it felt more intimate and special. Marcus's hands roamed over my body as we kissed, and I let my hands explore his. It was strange, feeling something so firm and muscular. I wasn't sure where to touch or what to touch, so I just did what I thought would feel good to me. I grabbed his ass and squeezed his ass-cheeks in my hands. I ran my fingers through his hair and held his face in my hands as our tongues writhed against each other.

"Hey boys!" Riley and Amelia said in unison.

Marcus and I stopped kissing though we still held onto each other. We both stared at the girls, and I could tell that something was different, but it wasn't registering.

"Hey ladies," said Marcus.

"What do you think, baby?" asked Riley.

"Yeah, Daddy, do you like?" asked my daughter.

The lights continued to flash around us, and the bass continued to boom. I was riding high on MDMA, and I was having a tough time focusing on what I was seeing. Lucky for me, Marcus saw it first.

"Holy shit, babe, how did you guys switch?" Marcus exclaimed. "You look insanely hot!"

That's when it hit me. Riley wasn't wearing her outfit anymore. She was wearing Amelia's pasties and thong. That meant that my daughter's breasts were completely bare under her sheer shirt, and I could see her hard pink nipples as the lights shimmered around us. That also meant she was naked under her holographic skater skirt, and if anyone was paying attention, they would be able to see her shaved pussy lips beneath its incredibly short hemline. My cock somehow grew even harder than it was before.

"Well," my daughter began, "we were both getting too hot. We needed to take off some clothes, but we couldn't get naked here, so we got as close as we could."

"Yeah," Riley continued. "And you two boys seemed fine on your own, so we just ran to the bathroom for a bit and changed there."

"And you didn't even notice we were gone!" Riley started laughing almost uncontrollably.

"That's because Daddy is such a good kisser," Marcus teased. "I just lost track of time."

"I know he is, and I missed him. Come here, Daddy." Amelia glided over to me, and I wrapped my arms around her. She looked up at me with trust and adoration, and she kissed me gently on my cheek. Then the other cheek. Then my chin. Then my mouth. And then we kissed each other in earnest, trying to merge our souls through each other's mouths and tongues. I couldn't resist grabbing my daughter's completely naked ass and spreading her ass-cheeks apart. Knowing that my daughter wasn't wearing her thong anymore made everything we were doing even hotter.

"I love you, baby," I said to my daughter as I allowed one hand to slide against her bare pussy.

"I love you more, Daddy." Then Amelia turned to face the stage, and she pressed her ass against my achingly hard cock.

Like we had done earlier that night, I pulled my daughter's back against my chest, and I slid my hands under her short mesh top to hold her breasts. This time, there were no pasties between my hands and my daughter's nipples, and I could feel them against my palms. Now that my daughter was no longer wearing her thong, there was only one layer of clothing separating my erection from her wet pussy. I felt the familiar trail of my daughter's hand up the leg of my shorts to hold my cock, and I sighed in relief when her fingers wrapped around my shaft.

We stood like that while we watched the show in front of us. We could see Marcus and Riley, illuminated by the pulsing lights, standing and kissing next to us. Like us, they were on their own island in the sea of glowing music. The crowd around us moved in synchronized rhythm with the bass and the lights, and Amelia and I moved as well, without taking our hands off each other.

"You feel so good, baby," I said into my daughter's ear.

"Do I?" Amelia's voice sounded almost sad.

"Of course you do. You feel amazing," I said reassuringly.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything?"

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Ames," I used my daughter's name as I gave an appropriately fatherly answer. "You're beautiful."

"That's not what I asked. Am I sexy?" As my daughter asked the question, she started stroking my cock with one hand, while the other hand reached up and ran small circles over the nape of my neck. The combined sensation was almost too much to bear, and the gears in my brain started to grind. All of a sudden, I had a moment of clarity. This was my daughter. We shouldn't at CRSSD together. We shouldn't be rolling on MDMA together. We shouldn't be kissing each other. We definitely shouldn't be touching each other the way we were. I knew I was supposed to be the adult. Be the father. Set the boundaries. The problem was, I didn't want to. I wanted everything to happen that was happening. Everything felt so amazing, it couldn't be wrong. I felt so incredibly happy and loved, for the first time in a long time, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to make my daughter happy. I wanted to give her what she wanted.

"Baby, you're so fucking sexy," I said while I nibbled on my daughter's earlobe.

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"I would never lie to you, baby." It was true, and on molly, it was especially true. In addition to heightening physical sensations, MDMA can also act like a truth-serum, a facilitator of honesty.

"Do you think Riley is sexy?" my daughter asked.

"Of course she is, baby. You know that. She's super-hot. But I think you're hotter, and sexier." I squeezed my daughter's breasts tighter in my hands, and my fingers rolled over her nipples.

"She is hot. I love kissing her. She's a good kisser."

"I loved watching you kiss her. Seeing you together is super sexy."

"Yeah, Daddy, you like watching your little girl with another girl? Does that turn you on?" My daughter's question was a tease, and her hand resumed stroking my cock underneath my shorts.

"It does, baby. Anything you do turns me on."

"Good, because I want to be sexy for you. I want you to think I'm sexy." My daughter turned to face me, and she flicked her tongue over my right nipple. I had never had my nipples played-with before, and the sensation was shocking and thrilling.

"Fuck that feels good, baby. And you are sexy," I growled as I groped my daughter's bare ass under her skirt.

"Do think it would be sexy if Riley went down on me?" Amelia asked before moving her mouth to my left nipple. An electric connection sparked between my nipple and my cock, and my erection swelled and twitched in my daughter's hand. "Oh, that feels like a 'yes' to me."

"Yes," I breathed.

"What if I went down on Riley? Would that be okay with you? Because I saw her pussy when we changed, and it looked so smooth and soft, and I think I want to. Can I, Daddy? Can I lick Riley's pussy?"

"God yes, baby, that would be so fucking hot. Of course you can lick Riley's pussy."

I pulled my daughter closer to me, and I used one hand to grab her naked ass, and the other to slide against the lips of her smooth and wet pussy. She teased my nipples again with her lips, and she began to stroke my cock with purpose.

"I know that Riley touched your cock earlier tonight."

I froze.

"It's okay. I want you to feel good. You can do whatever you want that feels good for you, Daddy. It was hot for me knowing that her hand was wrapped around my Daddy's hard cock."

"It was?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was. You know what else would be hot? You know what would be sexy for me?" Amelia continued stroking me as she asked the question.

"Tell me," I pleaded. "I would do anything for you, baby. You know the answer is always 'yes' to you."

"Can I watch Marcus suck your cock?"

I don't know if what my daughter said didn't register in my mind, or if I didn't bother to think about it, because I responded almost immediately. "Yes, baby."

My daughter started panting in short breaths and her hand stroked me faster. I didn't feel like I was building to orgasm, but, thanks to the MDMA, I felt like I was permanently on the edge. Amelia began to grind her pussy into my hand, and my fingers slipped inside her with ease. I kept my hand mostly still, and I let my daughter rub herself against me. She grabbed my face with the hand that wasn't jacking me off, and she looked me right in the eyes. "The idea of you and Marcus together makes me so wet. I want to watch you together. Will you do that for me, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby, anything for you."

"You know I touched Marcus's cock?" Amelia asked.

"I know you did," I said. "It actually turned me on, knowing you were touching him."

"Yeah? That turned you on, knowing your daughter had a hard cock in her hand?"

"It did," I said, getting harder as my daughter and I continued to confess our feelings and our fantasies.

"He has a nice cock, Daddy. It's hard and smooth. I think you'd like it. Will you suck his cock for me, Daddy? Can I watch you suck Marcus's cock? Please." My daughter's voice came in short, frantic bursts, and her final plea was high-pitched sigh, almost as though she were in pain. Before I could answer, she started to kiss me aggressively, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and mashing her lips against mine. "Please," she begged again.

"Yes," I said into my daughter's open mouth between kisses. "I'll suck his cock for you. I'll suck his cock until he cums." In that moment, as high on molly and as horny as I was, I absolutely meant it. I wanted to suck Marcus's cock until he came, and I wanted my daughter to watch me do it.

"Fu-uck," my daughter said with a shudder. Her entire body shook and vibrated, and her soft pussy clamped around my fingers. She squeezed me and clung to me like her life depended on it, then her body went rigid, and then still. She stopped kissing me, and instead just moaned against my lips. "I think I just came," my daughter whispered. Having sex on molly is fantastic because the delight of every touch is magnified a thousand-times, but actually reaching an orgasm when rolling is really difficult, so when it does happen, it is magical.

"I love you, baby, so much," I said to my daughter.

"I love you, too Daddy."

We held each other and basked in the glow of our love, until the glow of the stage and a thunderbolt of bass brought us back to the crowd. We looked around, and the crowd moved like a single organism in time with the pumping music. Marcus and Riley were still standing next to us, totally blissed-out and in the zone. Amelia and I stepped closer to them, and the two girls squealed and hugged as though they hadn't seen each other in years. Then we all embraced in another group hug, and we started jumping and dancing to the music. I couldn't tell how long we danced together, and I couldn't remember a time in my life that I felt more in love and more alive.

"Thank you, San Diego!" a voice boomed from the stage. The crowd roared as strobe lights illuminated the crowd and a wall of sound encircled us. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. The stage went silent, and the only music left was the echo in our ears. The stage lights went dark, and floodlights turned-on, bathing the entire festival in white light. Though it was almost midnight, it seemed as bright as day. The crowd sighed, and slowly everybody realized that the festival was over.

The four of us stood still for a moment as people around us began to shuffle toward the exit. Under the harsh lights, the crowd was no longer a single seething mass, but a random collection of sweaty skin, unbuttoned shirts, messy hair, smeared make-up, and wobbly legs. I'm sure that is exactly what the four of us looked like, but that is not what I saw. Marcus was a pillar of tan skin, firm muscle, and masculine energy. Riley was a sex doll covered in nothing but body glitter, stickers, and a shiny pink thong. My daughter, Amelia, was a vision of love and beauty wrapped in sex and lust.

"We should probably head out," I heard myself say through the haze in my brain.

"Yeah," said Marcus. "And we need to change. We're going to the after-party at Spin."

"And I don't think I can go like this," Riley giggled as she cupped her nearly-naked breasts in her hands.

"I don't even think you can walk back to the hotel like that," I said, eyeing Riley's perfectly petite breasts and ass.

"Babe, I think he's probably right. Here, take my shirt." Marcus stripped off his shirt, revealing his capped shoulders and defined abs, and draped it over Riley's shoulders. His shirt fit her like a tent, and it was long enough to cover her ass.

"I think you should probably take mine, too," I said to my daughter. I took off my shirt as well, and the air on my bare skin felt like a soft hug.

"Thanks, Daddy." Amelia put on my shirt and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek.

"Daddy's looking good!" Riley said, dragging-out the last word like she was playing a slide-whistle. "No wonder you couldn't keep your hands off him, babe," she said to Marcus.

"Maybe I have a thing for hot daddies," Marcus said with a visible blush.

"I think we all do," my daughter laughed. "Especially me. And I'm gonna take this hot daddy back to the hotel and fuck his brains out!"

I was speechless.

"Get it, girl!" Riley cheered.

"So no afters for you two?" asked Marcus.

"No," I sighed. "I think we just want to head back, and..."

"And get it!" Riley interrupted with a laugh.

"But hey, we're all at the same hotel, right?" my daughter asked.

Marcus and I looked at each other.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, you two go have fun at the after-party, and if you want to swing by our room and say 'hi' when you're done, we'll probably still be up. I'm still rolling pretty hard," Amelia said with a deep exhale.

"You're sure about that?" asked Marcus.

"Totally," I said, following my daughter's lead. "I'm still pretty high, too, and I think we're gonna enjoy it for a while. So, yeah. Swing by later. We're in 525 in the tower."

"Yay!" Riley said, with perpetual and effervescent joy. "Tonight is gonna be so much fun!"

The four of us enjoyed our short walk back to the hotel together, talking and laughing and flirting. My daughter and I held hands, just like a couple. We passed the vape back and forth a few times, letting the flavored smoke lift us higher. When we finally got to our floor in the crowded elevator, we both gave hurried full-mouth kisses to Riley and Marcus, and we reminded them of our room number. After fumbling a bit with the key card, I opened the door to our hotel room, and Amelia burst through the doorway like she was blown in by a breeze of perfume, vape, and glitter.

"Finally!" Amelia groaned. "I can finally get naked." My daughter started stripping before the door even closed behind us. "And you're going to get naked with me, Daddy."