She was definitely a woman now. Since she and Shellie were the same age, I’d have to look at Shellie in a different light, not as my daughter but as... a woman and about to be a wife.“Hi Linda, come on in, Shellie is up stairs finishing her make-up.” I held the door open for her.She walked in smiling, “Hello Mr. Winters, how have you been?”I caught a whiff of her perfume which was very lovely and answered, “Very good, how are you?”She opened her arms as she came over to hug me. I felt her smooth. It’s so gentle, but it feels so good.”“Glad you like it,” I said, and I gently worked my finger back out of Trish’s panties. Her expression changed, as she appeared to be wondering what I was going to do next. I released my hand from her panties, and brought it to my lips, and with Trish watching me intently, I tasted the sweetish, tangy juices that had just come from that very special part of her beautiful body.I wanted to taste Trish intimately, by going down on her, but I wasn’t sure how to. It all seemed so natural, even when he had placed his hand on her knee. When his hand crept up her leg she knew she should have stopped him, left the pub and never seen him again. But she didn’t. As if under some spell she allowed his hand to drift up her legs. She felt as if she were in a dream as his fingers lightly alighted on her panties. At first her legs were tightly clenched together. The man continued to engage her in animated conversation as if his wandering hand did not belong to him.. Stunned, all I could say was that I thought ‘Gerry’ must have been stupid! I walked her backwards until the backs of her knees reached the bed-edge and she sat down. Lifting her legs I traced and kissed up one, missed her vulva, then went back down the other one. She moaned as I missed her centre. The moans intensified and added shudders with a small cum, as well, as I gently wiped a kiss from t’aint to clit then went back and did it again. This time spreading her lips with my tongue,.