The maître d' popped out of the restaurant and opened our door. He helped Angela out and hugged her and welcomed her back to his little restaurant.He...then helped me exit, calling me by name, and welcomed me also. I was very glad he skipped the hug and kiss when greeting me. As we were being escorted into the dining room and back to a small private room, I heard some of the dinners asking each other, "Who are they?" I must admit it felt good to be noticed.I didn't notice them, but they saw me,. 'What now?' 'Play with yourself' You licked your lips, then probed between your others with the middle finger. It circled, then the movement changed to a straight up and down sawing movement. You snorted impatiently as a finger got caught in the black nylon.'Please let me take them off' 'Yes, you might as well. While you are up, move your chair closer to the desk' You stood up, yanked the panty down and then with one knee raised you unhooked the panty from a high heel. Then you pulled the skirt. He slid his slick hands onto her back,smoothing the lotion out over her shoulder blades. Hemoved his hands down her back, over the knot where her suittop was tied. He lifted the knot up and spread some lotionunderneath it. He slid his hands down her smooth back,feeling how incredibly smooth and supple his daughter'sskin was.As he swept down her back smoothing out the tanning lotion,his eyes swept downwards. His gaze fell upon hisdaughter's swimsuit bottoms in the back, right at the topof her. I thought I’d ask later.After analyzing how wet she was, I saw her liquid was running all the way down. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers to find it pretty tight. And it was bloody warm. She was emanating sweat, essence, warm breaths and perspiration all over her body.I did not waste time rubbing her pussy. From a few gentle flicks to slightly entering a finger. She was moaning. Her boobs had begun rising up and down. Like me, she also had had an intense buildup and was waiting for.