I run my hands up your offered leg, gliding along the smooth material from your ankle up over your calf, past your knee towards the high top and onto ...your milky skin contrasting sharply against the black stockings. My hand on your inside thigh continues to climb higher to a greater glory and receives a playful slap from you halting its progress. Both hands descend a little to the top of your stocking and begin to roll the materiel down and over your knee, slowly revealing your leg, inch by inch. My heart sews itself back together as I see her smile."So, daddy got you something." I say with a smile."What is it?!" she says getting excited, because whenever daddy says that, she knows it will be something she loves."I got us tickets to go see Elmo live!" I say as I see her eyes light up."Really!?!" she says as she clasps her hands together. I nod. "Thank you thank you thank you daddy!" she says as she leans over and embraces me tightly. I smile feeling her warm touch. "When is it?" she. I shook his hand, and he laughed. There was an uncertainty as how I was to greet him in public. It was best to keep it simple. As we made our way out, we spoke casually about one’s day, overlaying and downplaying the underlying excitement. I kept stealing glances at his face. The eyes, the dimples, and the keeper of the smile – oh those lips which I longed to touch. An infectious smile he had, and warm green eyes to compliment. What a gorgeous man. I couldn’t wait to touch him. . No biker or trucker look on this guy, just every day run of the mill sort of person you would expect to see driving a minivan full of k**s, dogs, and a pile of luggage on top.My cock was so hard it was throbbing and I had just shot my load. I didn’t turn towards him, but did reach out with a trembling hand and held his knob. This was the first time I had ever touched another man’s cock. In fact this was the first time I ever touched anyone in some sexual way. If felt just like mine, except his.