I’ve never regretted having to cut that training mission short, and now, as my little girl is about to become a woman in her own right, I couldn’t... be more proud of her.” He took a big sip of champagne, and raised his glass to her. “Happy birthday, Lori.”The rest of us chimed in with ‘happy birthday’.“Actually,” Jack continued, “her birthday is not until tomorrow, and with all the time zone differences between here and Florida, summer time, and all that stuff, the actual moment of her birth is. I turned to go but shestopped me with a hand on my arm. “Hey, did you meanit?”“Did I mean what?”“When you said it was a date. Are we going on a date?”She had that mischievous grin on her face again.“Sure,” I said. “If you want it to be a date, thenit’ll be a date.”Nikkie smiled and her big blue eyes shined.“Wonderful,” she said.We parted reluctantly and I walked back to work,absently drinking my espresso and telling. "There's a hole in the end silly. And no I'm going toleave it on all day. That way I know you won't be naughty while I'm atwork. It really is for your own good you know," she quoted the wife inhis story.After she'd had her morning coffee and toast went back upstairs andchanged into a very short skirt and a low cut blouse that would show offher breasts. Then she said, "Oh, I almost forgot. I have to leave todayfor my trip, but I'm sure you'll behave while I'm gone." She ran herlong nails over. I hopedwherever she was, she was having a good time.I masturbated, then went to bed.--I woke up moaning, a vast sea of hot pleasure flooding through my brain.I cried out. My skin was aflame in sensation. I writhed as the warmweight of the silk sheets danced across my body, caressing eachsensitive inch. I gasped and wriggled and cried out again as thepressure built into wave after wave of low, deep-body, toe-curlingpleasure.I rolled over. My legs, half tangled in my blankets, were clamped.