Leaving, there was a long line of traffic that didn’t move. In his car, we looked at each other. I leaned in and we kissed. It became a kiss full of... lust and desire. His lips were strong but gentle. It made the temperature in the car dramatically increase.He invited me back to his house for a drink. He said we didn’t have to anything and that he wasn’t expecting anything. The only problem is that I wanted to do anything and everything. I’d never been with a man as old as him. I dated older. She took zero interest in current affairs, and probably wouldnt even be able to name a politician. She took zero interest in travel, and was happy to revolve her in own little world the same circle of friends, the same places, the same conversations. In fact she took zero interest in many things, and I quickly came to realise that she had only very limited ambitions for her own life. She would probably have achieved everything she ever wanted once we married and had kids. Not only that, even. She even talks about making this a standing invitation, whenever they stop by on their route, to pop inside for a quick, nasty fuck and suck. I am afraid that I will start getting garbage pickup every day of the week. This story just goes to demonstrate the truth of the old adage, “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!” I have gone from wishing with all my heart and with all my soul to become the total, obedient, sissy slave of a beautiful, dominant Goddess, and I have gotten. ” He laughed.“Oh that’s a good idea actually.” I replied “Except I didn’t bring any swim suits”“Oh that shouldn’t be a problem, there are probably a bunch of your mom’s old bikini’s lying around in the closet, although she never was as erm curvy as you are.” I blushed, I was speechless at this compliment coming from my dad. I simply smiled“I’ll go have a look and see what I can find.”I finished up my sandwich and walked upstairs to the bedroom. I looked through the closet. Surely enough.