I made a soft squeeze of her breast and began to kiss at the side of her neck.I heard a small moan gasp from her throat. I proceeded to slide my hand ...own from her breast, grazing it along her skin of her side. I slipped my thumb under her waist, taking grip of her pants, I started tugging down. She released her grip and stood to obey. I slid my hands to each side of her hip and dragged down her pants and underwear, and let them drop to her ankles. She did a little hop dance to get them from. When we were done eating Daddy paid the bill, and as we left I smiled at the guy whom I had been teasing the whole time. "So did you have fun sweetie," Daddy asked as we were once again cruising down the interstate with me adjusting the radio. "What do you mean Daddy," I asked innocently as I looked over at him. "Did you have fun teasing that poor truck-driver while we ate," he then asked as he put his right hand on my neck, and caressed it lovingly. "You knew," was all I asked as I loved. "My friends tell me you're worth it, every penny." She strutted around behind him, tracing one finger over one shoulder and across his back to the other, pausing behind him just long enough that he cast a glance of his own at her. "We'll see about that." She commented, gently squeezing his bottom as though it were fruit, and just as casually. Nodding distractedly she walked back around the table, flaunting her much lauded femininity as she went. Back in her original position, she eyed. Jane smiled, introduced the next reader, and walked off the stage, back to her seat. She exhaled, and took notes on the next reader. Jane wondered exactly what they were planning to serve by way of refreshments. It would be hard to avoid her former friend in the food line. While sitting there, it felt like something had struck her chair. Probably someone down at the end of the row who banged against the last seat. And then a voice: “Is there anyone sitting in this seat?” She turned, and it was.