He reached and jerked her long tan legs apart and smiled as he pushed her white thongs aside. “My, my, my, now that’s what I call a sweet looking ...ussy.” He thought. He shoved his fingers inside her and could feel her hot moist pussy. He jammed his fingers in and out, then holding her thong further aside, started licking her clit. “Hurry up” he thought, “don’t get caught”. He took one last lick, slid out his fingers, pulled out his phone and snapped a selfie with his smiling face beside her. “Quite big aren’t they? and look at those ridges.”“They make it easier to grip it. After a while your pussy gets used to it and starts to relax so the ridges make it harder for it to just slide out.”“Every had it drop out?” Aryn asked.“No, thank god,” Abigail said, that would be really embarrassing.”“More than being as naked as you are now?” Aryn asked.“Yes.”Aryn turned and looked at the waiter who seemed to know that we were leaving because he brought the bill over. Whilst Aryn was getting out. And now, David has taken to going to the shop and buying things for me. She always tells me that she knows it isn't my taste, but it is what he wanted to buy for me to wear. You wouldn't or couldn't wear any of the things he buys to church if you know what I mean. But, it is cute of him, even if I protest that they can only be worn in our home, say for one of our romantic dinners, where I cook and after a suitable amount of wine he makes wild love to me.David, however, frequently talks me into. I would have chased her through school all year if I was her age. But I am her father. I tell myself as I once again close the file and leave my phone in my locker. I'm sure it would be chirping all night. The night flys by. We are busy at work and that makes it easy to forget about my daughter and her picture posting. It's 8:30 so we stop for lunch. I am looking forward to retrieving my phone from my locker. It must have been busy because I only have 45% percent of my power remaining. I see.