"Hello to you to" she turned around and gave me a quick kiss. I pulled her towards the dancing and took of my shirt. We danced for a few before I grab...ed her hand and lead her out the house. We walked 4 blocks back to my house stopping every few step to make out. With a sexy smile she sat on my bed. "pants off.'' wasting no time I quickly pulled and kicked them to the side. Before I could get them off good she was had my half erect dick in her mouth. With here licking up and down the shaft I. "Oh my god, Adam," I moan out. "Do you like this, baby?" he asks as he finger fucks me again. "God, yes." He increases his speed and continuously hits my g-spot. I moan out more and louder as the pleasure increases. The pleasure builds up and everything buzzes around me as my climax claims my body. Adam kisses me on my lips and calms me down by slowing his fingers. I sigh in pleasure and in satisfaction. He knows how to push my buttons. And I find myself wanting more of it. Passion takes. But now 18 years had passed and I had just come home from work on this unknowingly life changing day to a great big smile and a hug of my beautiful daughter, the only thing in my world worth living for. I took off my coat, went to my bedroom to change into some shorts just after catching a look at myself in the mirror. At 37 I wasn’t in bad shape, the gym regularly gave me a great shape and my hair dark brown hair was a bit thinner than it used to be but it didn’t bother me. I rubbed my chin. We rode to Chappaquidick Bridge (Ted Kennedy’s spot) and got off the bike. There was nobody there, so I asked her for a “shot” (lifting up her top for me) and she immediately did. (Her nipples were rock-hard from the horny mood she was now in). I asked her if she could have done that with someone there, and she said probably, as long as the person (or people) didn’t know that SHE knew they could see her. That got my mind to work, planning our next scenario. We stayed there for about a half hour.