Leaning forward, I asked "Did you come down stairs to fuck?" She managed to reply while inhaling a gasp of air. "Yes." "Then lets fuck." I responded. ... grabbed her hips and started driving my cock into her as fast and hard as I could. Her arm reached back under her stomach to rub her clit. Peter really was knocked out. Between the slapping noise as I slammed against her ass and the moaning, we would have awakened an entire dormitory if we were on campus.Her body started to shake as her hand. Throughout the ride, I kept talking to him, and enjoyed watching him strain himself for not looking at my silky thighs. When we finally arrived at the restaurant, i deliberately slid my ass on the seat, giving papa a good view of my ass. I let out an audible giggle at daddy’s’ predicament.Once inside the restaurant, we picked a booth, ,and I immediately removed my jacket. My dad’s jaw dropped at the sight. I innocently bent lower, giving him a full view of my cleavage. I seductively put my. Just the sight of her took away the mental pictures of my mother that had been on my mind since I left home. Oh I could never tire of that marvellous bottom, the wonderful curves of those sweet buttocks, the naked midriff and those spectacular legs.As usual I followed her to High Street, followed the swaying sensual movement of that glorious bottom. Then I did something stupid, something I hadn't done in all the times I'd been following her. I forgot about the overhanging tree by the fence of. I reached to get a box of dried peas, he was staring so intently at my ample backside. I wasn't provocatively dressed in any way, just a grey-marl vest over a blue push-up bra, a knee length faded denim skirt and a pair of black ballet pumps. I pulled my skirt hem down as if in a bid to cover my legs and moved on. In the next two aisles he was notable by his absence, perhaps he'd gone...but no by the milk section I saw him, his eyes steadfastly fixed on me as I approached. I averted my gaze, my.