”“My noble Don Quixote no more than I looked forward to seeing you again. Did you find any windmills to tilt while you were traveling?”“No mor... than usual but that’s a story for dinner, tonight. Right now, I just want to look at you.” Right then, my stomach growled loudly. “My stomach on the other hand, is demanding a hamburger with lettuce and tomato, along with an order of fries.”With a laugh she led me over to my usual table, joining me after getting us both a cup of coffee. We sat down. I didn't know what to do. "Umm, can I help you with something?" She took a few steps forward, still twirling her hair."Actually, I was hoping that you could help me with something." She chuckled slightly at her words. "You see, every time I see you I get this funny feeling that I really can't explain." She started smiling coyly. What is this here? This couldn't be flirting, could it? I've heard of this before but the never actually been the object of it. It felt kind of nice."Umm ... ok," I. We walked out of the restaurant and I took her hand in mine as we walked to the room. I unlocked the door and let her enter first, I followed closely behind, turned and locked the door, now alone with a new “friend”. We didn’t speak, words were not necessary, as I turned back towards the room she threw her arms around my shoulders and planted a hot wet kiss on my mouth. My arms surrounded her torso and my hands flew instantly to her fine round ass. In the next few moments we had. Daisy felt Tyrone start fondling her body again. He really seemed to enjoy feeling every part of her. “He must really think I’m sexy” Daisy thought. Daisy had a hard time believing that this old Black man would think that she was sexy when there were so many sexy Black women that he could fuck. But clearly he enjoyed her body. Of course, it wasn’t her body any more, it was his. She had given her body to her Daddy. If felt so good to have a Daddy who loved her!Daisy thought about the Catholic.