“Okay,” she said. I gave her some space and watched as she unbuckled her belt then slid the jeans off. Her waist shimmied as she tried to work the...m down. He panties matched her bra. The thin lace clung to her sides of her hips. Her beautiful legs were slowly revealed. “Now go to the bed,” I said. She walked slowly to the center of the room. I turned off the lights, leaving the room dark except for the bright beam that shined down on the bed from the spotlight. I crossed the room and stood at. He reached under her skirt and looped his finger into her lace thong, pulling it off as she fumbled with the skirt’s zipper. He feasted his eyes upon her pussy; bald, musky, with a small strip of bright red hair, framing her slit. She was moist already, and he lowered his head to her, inhaling her and dragging his tongue into her. She writhed with his tongue, bucking his face. He continued to suck her clit, lapping up her sweet juices as she begged for more. He felt guilty for not giving her. He slowly moved his dingers under her skirt, lightly pressing into her pussy through her panties. She was soaking wet. He teased her slit with the tip of his finger, running it up and down her wetness.She ground her pussy hard against John's fingers, begging for more: "Please, Daddy, just fuck me already!"John didn't need any further encouragement. In one move, he completely ripped his daughter's skirt off, throwing it torn on the floor. His daughter lifted up her hips, hooking her sopping wet. I ordered her a drink, vodka and tonic, and we and sat on stools at the bar. We talked about where we grew up and about our passions and hates, getting to know each others personalities. We sat and chatted and laughed, Lorraine kept touching my hand and arm, then our legs touched and we pressed against each other and locked eyes. That moment confirmed our feelings for each other, and our lips met softly. By now the bar was getting busier so I said softly ‘We should move away from the bar, I.