Bliss'll take care of you, honey. What chou like, honey? You know what, thi's yer lucky day, baby. You carryin', I'll take you to the moon fer fifty a...nd a nice hit."He stared, feeling the impulse to gag again. He had last seen her waving gayly from the back seat of a convertible, heading into the city from Cambridge, after taking him to dinner with a couple of "dear friends". That was, lets see, a year and a half ago. Her blonde hair spinning crazily around her head, giggling happily, her. She turned around and flung her arms over my shoulders and kissed me hard on the lips. I could feel her tongue pushing between my lips and I opened my mouth to let her enjoy a deep French kiss. While she kissed me I felt her hands un-tucking my polo shirt and pulling it up over my chest. She stopped kissing me briefly and smiled as she moved her head back to pull the polo shirt off over my head. Her hands now moved to my chest where she toyed with the hair before dropping them across my stomach. But trust me your jaws are going to fell down when I remove the blanket.Dad: Okay sweetheart. Where shall we go to dinner?Me: you might have figured out how sexy should be inside the covering. So we can go somewhere outside where we can be alone without any disturbances.Dad: we can try the highways outside the city where we can talk and enjoy privately.Me: sure dad.After some few hours of driving, we stopped at the highways. I just thought to show my dad my beautiful body under the blanket now.. I am once again embarrassed by my thoughts and turn red. You chuckle again mumbling something about how cute I am. Then I am brought back to the sensations running through me. Your fingers move lower to the bottom of the curls, to the spot where my clit is protruding. It matches my nipples and is rock hard, engorged and sensitive. I see you smile as my body quivers just from the brush of a finger close to the nub. I look down to see where your fingers are, they are tapping all around the.