"Whom shall I dedicate it to?" he asked as an afterthought."My Nan, Irene," squeaked Rebecca. "She'll be stoked when she sees it!" No problem, darling.... I love my fans!" Lance grinned and added a few kisses onto the signature for good measure. "Now what can I do for you, darling?" he asked as Rebecca stood up again. "Do you want a memento too?" He winked lecherously.The girl blushed again. "Don't know what you mean, Lance!" she giggled."How about a little kiss?" Lance grinned.Rebecca's face lit. .... do I dare?'Of course I do. Who wouldn't? Isn't this what being a good dad is all about? Giving your k**s what they want, and need? Clearly she wants it, and I can only assume she needs it!I love Levi's! The buttons come undone easily, freeing my now throbbing cock, I never wear underwear. Being careful not to hurt her, I press down between her shoulders with my left hand and rub the bare head of my cock against her pussy lips making her squirm even more. Up comes her ass, legs spreading. The fantasy of leaving it all behind.The fantasy that made that country song "Take this Job and Shove it" so wildly popular in its day.Let's face it, we've all thought of what it would be like to just step out. Not worry about the house payment, or car payment. Not worry about keeping the boss, or customers happy. Just leaving!!Jimmy Buffet created an empire around that theme.Is there anyone among us that hasn't gone on a cruise or a vacation to some idyllic place and wondered what it would be. She was stood there one hand holding up her skirt, the other with a finger in her pouting mouth, she looking down at the front of her dripping vagina. It was neatly shaved bare a few freckles, her only modesty! She looked like one of those marble statues of a goddess you see, except some pervert had wanked his dick over its privates! She parted her legs and slowly she squeezed out the filth from the old randy fucker. It looked like any fresh spunk, young or old man, eager and fertile looking.