I began to sneak looks at him, to study his smile, body, the curve of his shoulders and thighs. More importantly I noticed every time he moved feeling...my eyes going to his crotch trying to gauge the size of his member. At the end of the second day of our trip an intriguing thought kept popping up tickling my brain. I wanted kiss Daddy and hold him in my arms imagining that he felt the same way about me. Soon I got a hint from him that maybe I was right. I was standing at the kitchen sink. It was hot and the music was very loud inside the disco and we decided to get some fresh air – She went to her friend and whispered something and we went outside in the nice summer night. Outside we started walking – Holding hands and talking, but no words about where we were going, just walking through the town – At sudden we were outside the building where I lived. I told her, and asked if she would care for a cop of coffee – She said yes and we went up to my flat. I made coffee and poured a. Gina paused just as she pulled it over her knee.Victor's smile broadened. "Yes?"Gina tugged the stocking further up her leg. The fabric felt unreal, smoother than silk, sliding over her skin as if she were covered in a fine sheen of oil. Where it wrapped itself taut against her leg, it felt more like a soft, pleasant warmth swaddling her body."It feels nice," Gina said, her voice growing husky. "Very nice."She pulled the stocking into place, the upper edge a few inches short of her groin. She. Dillon got to his feet and mumbled something about why he should leave. Kate offered to fix some lunch, but he thanked her and said he should go. She walked him to the door and then stood there long after it had closed behind him, daydreaming about what it would have been like to have him take her in his arms and make love to her. She spent the rest of the day puttering around doing not much of anything, distracted by returning thoughts of Dillon. Kate had been flattered that he had spent so.