Finally, we reached her home, and I just dropped her off there and went my way.That night, she thanked me again for driving her home, and said she had...fun, to which I told if she wants, I could always drive her home. She denied, saying she can’t have me do that, and we went on talking, she confided in me more and more and we even flirted lightly. I always say in the cafe, but she didn’t come for a couple of days, we only talked on the phone, me rubbing my dick over my pants, whenever I heard. Ten flights of stairs are far more than a woman of my age can cope with." But you're not actually on the ground floor, Gran." I can manage one flight of stairs. And anyway I don't want to get caught in the floods." There hasn't been a flood this far from the river, Gran." You'd think not, but the river's not that far away. The last time there was a flood the waters almost reached Clapham Common. There's not a lot to stop London getting flooded out of existence just like East Anglia." I guess. The women kissed and Grace got further directions for tomorrow’s party. She then left to go back to her hotel.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Grace had a small and early dinner at the hotel dining room. She was more informal in her clothes and dressed in a white blouse and a plaid skirt which gave her the look of older schoolgirl. Her roll in the hay with Charlotte had made her even hornier. She felt slutty. That’s why all of my porno collection is based on father and daughter scenarios. All I ever think about is fucking you!”Oh my God!Then Dad asked, “Are you a virgin?”To which I answered, “Yes I am.”Dad asked, “Do you still have your hymen?”I replied, “I think so.”Dad asked, “Mind if I check?”Before I could reply, his hand was pushing my hands out of the way. I moved them to give him full access. Then Dad slipped his middle finger up into me, palm up. His finger went in most of the way and then.