Then the waiter went and I began to talk to others. But never pushed or took my hands from his. His hands were caressing mine now. I did not resist. H... then slowly moved his hand to my thighs.He was caressing my thighs now. His friends too knew about it and were enjoying the scene along with me. His hands were so manly and I want his hand to do more than just caressing. Suddenly he took his hand and said it’s time to leave. Before leaving I just hugged his friends and I hugged Arjun too.But he. I stepped to the side as my Daddy marched like a boss toward my girlfriend. She was initially scared and about to step away, but by the time my Daddy got to her all his anger-which was probably fake to begin with-was gone and he was suddenly calm and smiling."Hi, honey," he said to my girlfriend flirtatiously as if just meeting her in a bar. "Is it okay if I fuck you?"My girlfriend was frozen, mesmerized by his eyes and his awesome bod. Yes, my Daddy is 70, with gray hair and wrinkles and all,. Those are Erin's clothes. I can't put that stuff on. Please don't make me. I don't want to look like a ... a ... I'm sorry I did it, but don't make me wear that stuff," pleaded the girl."She knows who Erin is" Michelle said softly through a sigh. In her mind she said, Well, so much for wandering in off the street. William was probably responsible after all...and her heart sank. She was now fighting to suppress tears as much for this little girl as for her son who was probably looking at some. His hands encircled my buttocks as he drew me towards him, my knees parting as my legs slid either side of him, the cooler air striking my overly sensitive labia, now visibly parting, as my legs opened wider the closer I got to where his bulging pants, and his contained cock, strained to be free, and desperately wanted to touch those magical lips, moist and swollen, little beads of sweet nectar oozing from the bottom of my 'V', lubricating the inner tube of my cunt, aiding his probing cock to.