He turned her so that she was up against the desk."Sit," he ordered. She got up on the desk one buttock at a time, shuffling backward, pushing aside ...hings. He placed his hands on her nylon covered knees. Her legs were shaking. "Relax," he said quietly. "It's okay. I'm not going to do anything."Her eyes held an unspoken question. If he wasn't going to do anything, why was she still up on his desk? "Okay," he allowed, "I want to do something, but I think you'll like it. Let's make a. “Oh …... okay. Are you alright?”“I'm okay. Are you alright though? This must be a shock for you.”“Actually, it's not really, Dad. I'm kind of happy for you to be honest.”His eyebrows nearly hit his hairline in surprise.“Oh. Okay. Alright then. Are you sure you're alright?”“I really am, Dad. So where are we moving to?”I know it sounds harsh but I just assumed that I would be moving out with Dad. The thought of staying there with Mum didn't even enter my mind. I should probably be ashamed of that. I had to admit that a glittering career in ballet was not really on the cards but I was earning good money and enjoying every minute of it. Still calling me fairy princess (it was he who gave it to me) suggested that his son took some photos of me dancing and with him being my favourite eventually warmed to the idea with lots of cajoling from them both. My cousin went home with me and asked my mum about it and we ended up having a very fun afternoon, laughing a lot as I tried to hold the. Never knew you street rodders were so hot."You know what? I missed his cock when he pulled it away, and it hit me: I liked sucking cock, and I didn't want this to end. "Anytime," I said, "anytime at all."He gave me a grim smile as he tucked the big monster back into his pants. "You want more?" He chuckled. "Drive to Beck Street. There's an alley beside the Conestoga bar. It's just down the road. Meet me there."My little Deuce coupe laid rubber all the way to the Con­estoga bar, and I had a hard.