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“I mean I’m sitting on a blanket in a park at 9:30 getting a stunning young woman drunk.” ‘stunning young woman’ rang like a bell in her ears, “I’m a stunning young woman, not your daughter?” “Yes sweetheart, tonight you are very stunning. You may be my girl but I feel lucky to have such a lovely representative of the feminine side of our species beside me.” Willow squealed with amusement “Feminine side of a species? Oh boy, special me. Such a charming compliment! I bet you say that to all the feminine representatives you know” she snickered audibly. Willow took another hit of wine then laid back from her sitting position. She folded one arm up so she could put her head on her hand then moved her feet up, raising her knees. The skirt which was short to begin with slid even further to reveal more of her nylon sheathed thighs. She raised her eyes and saw him looking at her from feet to breasts. Her eyes were on the stars but her focus was on him, she saw as his gaze flickered up and down her body and took a sharp involuntary breath, a reaction to the thrill that exploded through her nerves. He was not looking at her like a father would look upon a child, his posture, his aura was of a male drawn to a female. Her father grabbed the bottle then looked away from his daughter and took a long pull of wine. He set the bottle aside then went exotic to lie next to Willow on his side facing her, his head propped up by an arm bent at the elbow. She rolled japan to face him, they were scant inches apart. Using her arm as a pillow she rested her head then smiled at him, her heart was slamming, she was beginning to feel the massage wine and his nearness. She asked “Daddy, if I weren’t your daughter would you be attracted to me? As a woman I mean?” Willow was warming more, asian her pussy was beginning to itch, her voice damn near cut off by the strain japanese of forcing air through her constricted throat. She was getting turned on like never before; her body was preparing. The only barrier was his reluctance, she needed to get him past that and into her. He hadn’t answered the question so she prodded again “Dad?” “Willow, you’re barely out of little girl clothes and I just hit my 40’s. No matter what I think or feel that alone would keep me from messing around with anyone less than half my age. I mean it would be flattering as hell to think a teen girl would get under blankets with me but I have to face reality; I’m too far ahead in life to be screwing around with someone so young.” Willow noted immediately that age was the only issue he voiced, he did not mention the bothersome fact she was his offspring. Mr. Jaxson squeezed by me and went over to his wife and gave her a kiss on the lips, not with quite the same japan passion as Jill and I but clearly a kiss of love. They both fell to the hardwood floor, with him naked and on top of her. I’m not sure what I expected to happen when asian Jeff came through the kitchen door. Dave took off his belt and wrapped the buckle end around his hand. “Well I should get on with my routine. It’s obvious massage he’s come to the conclusion that my dick tastes good. Her tits bounced with each thrust and she got that look on her face that I, and the other two men in the room with me, knew so well. Oh I hope Carrie lets me come or at least gives me some come." It was a platonic embrace, one of a protector and her charge, and in that moment, it was the exact kind of contact I needed. I japanese poured the feast into their bowls exotic one at a time and they all assumed the position.