All these things she did, without realising her own father was wishing he could use that little body of hers. But tonight, he wanted more. Wanking him...elf to the images of her in his head, just wasn't enough. Did he dare to? Would he stoop that low?He found himself standing over the delicate frame of his little girl as she slept, watching her chest rise and fall beneath her sheets. Anguishing over her in turmoil, he could leave now and pretend these thoughts never crossed his mind. But his cock. I'll be with you soon."Hi," she said, smiling at him. "My name's Cindy." Gus," said Mike. "Gus Johnson. Can we get out of here? He was anxious to leave the crowd in the penthouse, anxious particularly to get away from Steve Paul, who was watching them like a hawk."Got something on your mind?" she said, laughing. "I saw you while I was dancing. Yeah, I'd say you definitely had something on your mind." Let's just go," said Mike. "I don't want to stand around here talking all night."She looked at. I almost had an orgasm, feeling my pussy lips were wet right now…My dark oversized sunglasses allowed me to scope out the crowd. But I noticed there were few candidates to pick up. I headed toward some shoe places; I was sure I could get some interesting there…I suddenly spotted a young handsome black guy looking inside a sport stuff store. I walked past him, making my high heels rang loudly on the floor. I saw him turn and stare at me. The hook was in the mouth. So I dropped my wallet, stopped. As she kissed him on the cheek she then opened the car door. The interior light shone and he caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy. This was something she refused point blank for him. A light pang of jealousy crept up on him as she texted her lover that she had arrived. Closing the door behind her, he watched her walk the few yards to the main entrance. It was a cool evening but she let the calf length PVC Mac flap open as her underwear and shaved was partially revealed. His window was slightly.