She is just over Hardcore 5’9, and in the heels she was eye level with me, she put her hand on my arm and asked, “Are we going cumshot dad?” “Not yet, I have something for you.” I pulled a polished wooden jewelry box with a gold leaf ‘Z’ on the lid from my pocket and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to find a one-inch circle of gold surrounding the letter Z. I had the charm and box made asian by a goldsmith in Marrakech, specifically for Zina. She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a golden chain, “A necklace? My initial? Oh dad, it’s beautiful, I love it. Put it on me please.” She turned her back to me. Zina lifted her hair and bent her head to give me access to put the new chain around her neck. I unlatched the necklace she wore and handed it to her mother who was standing near watching us, then hung the new one and fastened it. As my fingers brushed her neck, I saw a light eruption of goosebumps on her skin. Necklace in place, my daughter spun, put her arms around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a hall mirror and checked her image, “This looks much better with the earrings,” she gushed, “a better match.” She turned to me, “It’s beautiful.” I said good night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or keep my mouth shut. For the first time in my life the words ‘sexy’ and ‘daughter’ formed a single phrase and I didn’t want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her special night, I rented a limo with driver. He opened the door for Zina, she flashed him a thank you smile then turned to me, “Wow, you really did it up tonight; a car and driver?” “I don’t have to drive into the city, we can talk without my cussing out the traffic.” Zina chirped a quick laugh, “Great, anal we have a lot to talk about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate next month.” That reminded me that my daughter was close to finishing high school. At the tender age of seventeen she became a senior, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy League university based on her academic skills. My daughter and I talked on the ride into the city. I told her of my current assignment, the conditions of the land and people, I was silently glad she didn’t have to suffer the same fate as the girls her age in the tribe, she would have been a mother three or four times over already, likely with different men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few weeks of school and plans for the summer. She and her mother were going on a summer long road trip to several national parks. I had tickets for the musical Phantom of the Opera. Zina had the blowjob music on her iPhone but had never seen the show. She didn’t know where we were going and managed to keep her curiosity at bay. I could tell she wanted to know but I kept it secret until we pulled up in front of the theater. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her glee, threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek, “Really, Phantom of the Opera?? “YOU WERE? I carry the last two pieces of luggage up the stairs of the jet. Jim could easily see the curiosity and lust on Lucy's face. Oh look at the time, class starts in like two minutes and I need to get to the other side of the school, BYE." Every woman in Russia secretly wants you!” I erupted in her ass. Phoebe was rolling her whole figure along with the motions. He wants to see his wife fuck the men watching her, all of them. I hoped she wasn't on birth control. As her warm lips met the blowjob head of my cock, her tongue slowly started to asian swirl around the tip of my cock. “So, is this the only mountain you guys have taken over?” One food, one water. 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