He’d saved her and been sweet to her, never once getting upset with her, always with her even though there was clearly another reason he was out in ...he middle of this god forsaken tree hell. Affection nudged at her heart, growing a little stronger with every thought of him. ‘You’re a good man Jack.’ A chuckling rumble against her ear was all the response she got, his laughter comforting her in ways words couldn’t. Giggling she punched him in the stomach, the blow barely registering against all. I have the habit of wearing my favorite necklace an owl and he was hanging right on top of my breast bone. All I had to do was drop a g**** in there and play footsies to have him take my hand and tip the waitress a generous amount use the restroom. In that moment he kisses me , one hand in my ass and the other underneath my shirt clasping for my bra strap. My hands unzipping his jeans. I get on my knees and pull his juicy cock out of his boxers. It's already full of precum, and I start sucking. I told him I thought I was having my first period and he did not hesitate. He picked the phone, ordered up the appropriate size tampons for a thirteen year old girl and then, scooped me up in his powerful arms and carried me to the toilet.Once I was there, my naked father stood before me expecting to do something, but I had no clue what and he wasn't saying. After room service arrived with the tampons, my dad removed one from the box, stripped the paper down and held it between my legs. I had. “I’m moving over here so I can see the wine list too.” She said as she moved around to my side of the booth. It was just wide enough to fit two people comfortably. Confused about Morgan’s welcoming statement, Aunt Jean sat down next to him and he dumbly gave over for her to hold the other end of the wine list.“What will you be having tonight? Beef, chicken, fish or pork?” she asked me. My mind still dwelling on Morgan’s statement didn’t respond and she asked again.“Oh. Sorry Aunt Jean. Uh. I.