Weird instincts of mine got me steering the conversation towards darker topics. He mentioned he used to be a heavy drinker, but quit, and never liked ...moking weed. I asked him what else he still did. He said he worked and that's about it. He didn't bite.Later I brought up the nearby bookstores that were shut down some years ago. He knew all about a few I had been to back in the day. I mentioned gloryhole booths and bluntly asked him if he'd ever been fucked in a gloryhole booth before and he. I watched her leave and close the door then turned to my Lady who was pouring two glasses of the wine. ‘One half glass per hour, no more, no less, I will not have you sleeping in my time, Madeleine.’ She proffered the glass and I took it but confess I had no thirst for wine. With a sudden movement she removed the white silk that covered her breasts and I suspect I may have gasped for they were of such beauty and delicate form. The nipples, now exposed were far darker than I had imagined and. . I can't.” He said, finally. “Please, I've waited so long.” He sighed, and let is actions take precedence. He kissed me swiftly, and by the way he was breathing, I knew he was hard again. We went into his back seat, and he pulled the seats down so that we had more room. He shared one last, hot kiss with me, then started to take off my blouse. I was thankful at that moment only that I had worn my beautiful green and black lace bra that showed almost my whole breasts. He looked down, and gazed. I had just looked at him like he was the most handsome father that I had. I guess you can say in many ways to me as a woman my father looked very hot and for a distinguished man of 46yrs old.He told me that he had my room all set up as I left it the last time that I had been here. I told him that I had plans to go so many things in the 2 months we had together as a father and daughter. He had told me that in 2 hours he had a business deal to do, and that we would get to do things together.