Putting on my jacket, I kissed my wife on the lips and then moved to Holly, kissing her on the cheek. "Meet me in my room after work Daddy," she purr...ed. "Think you're going to love what I have planned for you today." She placed her hand on my crotch and I nearly fainted. A wicked smile played on her lips as I waved goodbye, walking out the back door. Work went by painfully slow. My mind kept on returning to my daughter's hand touching my crotch. I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for. What kind of costume would you like to wear."Costume? You never said anything about wearing a costume," he grumbled."Honey, it's not that bad. We can wear whatever you want. I think we'll feel out of place if everyone else has a costume on and we don't. So, any suggestions?" Martha looked at her husband and tried to decide what he was going to say."Stupid costumes! We're in our sixties and you want to dress up like kids." It's not that bad and you know it Roy. So what do you think?" she. This date is a part of the healing.” I said.“I am sorry to bother you. Excuse me and you can get back to your date. I will have your steaks in 20, no make that 25 minutes.” She smiled and took another look at the two massive breasts uncovered before her.“Thanks Emma.”Erin spoke softly, touched by our servers’ reaction to our loss and her lusty gaze at her breasts. Emma left and closed the door behind her.“She is nice.”“She likes my wife’s charms.”“As does my husband.”Erin offered me her closest. I was hoping to con you into buying coffee later," he grinned down at her."Okay," she gave up. If he was so determined to wait, she'd let him. "Just remember, I warned you." She turned on one classy heel and started towards the crowd of reporters.He watched her walk away, admiring the sway of her hips under the short skirt, the long firm line of her thighs as her stride changed, becoming less the siren and more the hard nosed detective.She pushed her way through reporters, barely hearing them.