She pulled it until it was lying on her thigh, her hand covered mine, holding me like that she closed her eyes. The palm of my hand was covering the hem of the dress, my fingers were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the evening broke free of weakened moral restraints and warmed my balls. My cock began to gain some serious weight. I was self-conscious of where my hand was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to move my hand from Zina’s leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The silent invitation to keep my hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my fingers. She either didn’t feel my caress, or she liked the caress; either way, she remained quiet with her eyes closed. At the restaurant I was again treated to the same view I got at the theater, only the second time it seemed to take her a bit longer to emerge from the car, giving me two extra blowjob moments of bare thigh and black panties. As I held her hand she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter smile, but the intimate smile of a woman for a man she Hardcore is attracted to. The rush of blood to my head made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the thoughts that stampeded through my mind. I ordered wine, the sommelier did not hesitate or question my daughter’s age. As she was sipping the predinner wine we talked about the show then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned to my job. It was a normal conversation without intimacy or hidden meaning. We sipped wine for the entire two hours we enjoyed the long, superb dinner. As we left the kissing restaurant Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her head on my shoulder as we walked to the car. Her hair was brushing my cheek, her nearness was creating havoc in my briefs. It was near midnight and I could tell the long evening had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the excitement and several glasses of wine. It was time to take her home. When I was telling Zina’s mother about the arrangements for her birthday pussy licking night, my ex suggested I take her to New Haven, to my place after the theater and dinner. Zina could stay the weekend. Since my daughter stayed at my cumshot house often when I was between assignments, she had her own room, so the suggestion was neither unusual nor improper. Since the limo driver knew where we needed to go, he set off for the ninety-minute drive. I opened the door of the in-car cooler and pulled out the champagne, “Want a night cap?” I asked my daughter. She examined the label while I found two flutes then we opened the bottle and toasted her birthday once more. When her glass was empty, she asked me to pour another then did something unexpected, she moved to the front of the passenger compartment and slid the viewing window closed. I couldn't have known. The head end was raised just one notch, so he would be almost laying flat. I could not hold back any longer. “Dude, no fair!” Henry shouted in a hushed voice. kissing When they arrived she introduced me to the barman, and another girl who walked over. I just needed blowjob to be more careful about the words I spoke when time was Hardcore paused. I assume the percentages would be higher if we were sampling married women who are more comfortable with sex." Nervous about what his reaction might be at seeing me in my panties cumshot and my stretched out cropped pussy licking tank top, I took a misstep. Giving me a grin as she turns her own small round derrière toward me, and slides down on my cock. "Want a beer?" “Which, by the way, is pretty impressive.”