Our motions were wordless, just touch and breathy kisses, devouring each other more and more. He hooked his fingers inside my thong and pulled it down... pausing briefly to dip his thick finger inside me. Bringing my taste to his lips, I hungrily lurched at him, shoving my tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste my hot pussy. “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, as I flashed my best Cheshire cat smile, taking my shirt over my head and letting my heavy, full breasts fall into his hands.. As we pulled into his garage, he told me that he shared the place with his brother, currently in Argentina on business.We took the winding stairs to his bedroom on the third floor; Johnny wanted me to lead the way. Naturally, since I have a world class ass and wanted nothing more than to flaunt it in his face, I gladly led the way, knowing how it would appear to him, having practiced the moves countless times in front of a mirror.The steps even served to exaggerate the sway of my ass. Halfway. I'm used to seeing you in t-shirts and jean shorts or your swimsuit... regular clothes like that. But tonight..." he said, his voice trailing off."But tonight what, Daddy?" she asked, prodding him to complete his sentence.He took her hand and looked her in her sparkling blue eyes, "Tonight you look so... grown up and so beautiful. It's like I am seeing you in a whole new way–as if I had been gone for ten years and am seeing you for the first time again," he said.Heather smiled at him. "Daddy, I. ”“It seems odd to me,” she said, before she could stop herself. He seemed to be taking this so calmly. This was not the shy boy she remembered.He stood up, a hinge pin in his fingers, and looked at her.“When you go out in public ... say to the grocery store ... do you put on makeup first?”She blinked. “Sure,” she said.“Why?” he asked.“I want to look nice,” she said, thinking that was obvious. Why did women ever wear makeup? They wanted to look nice!“Okay,” he said. “But why do you want to look.