“I must have grabbed the wrong bag,” she said, her hips rising and falling as she walked toward him. “I have different bags prepacked for differ...nt kinds of dates. I guess this will have to do. It doesn’t show too much more than the dress did, though, and you are my Daddy. It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked.”Brad swallowed. Then again. He cleared his throat and had to cough. His mouth was dry as a bone. He lifted the champagne and took a sip. Then he could talk. “Fathers don’t usually get. I have some work of my own to do here too." Thank you, father." Belle smiled, blushing slightly at his attention. She then gathered her basket and headed out into the town."Good morning Mr. Livre!" Belle beamed as she pushed open the door to the bookshop. "Did the new books come in?" Ah, Belle," the shopkeeper smiled, "so nice to see you this morning., yes, indeed they did."The shopkeeper disappeared beneath his counter for a moment, the sounds of rustling and shifting coming up from underneath. * As she collected her bags and disembarked the vehicle, the bright summer sun caused her to blink and shield her eyes. She had made arrangements to stay at a rooming house on West 11 th Avenue, which was only a few blocks from the depot, but nevertheless she elected to take a taxi. After getting settled in and freshening up, she sat outside on the steps watching the cars and people going up and down the street. “How do I start?” she asked herself. At the records office in Baltimore they had. My cock stuck out 7 and a half inches. She then sat up and grabbed it in one hand. She started to stroke it slowly. She moved up onto her knees so her head was level with my erection. She continued to stroke my penis, and slowly licked the head. She kept licking, getting more of it into her mouth each time. When she had my head completely in her mouth, she started to move down my shaft.She slowly worked me with her mouth, taking me farther down each time until, impressively, had me all the way.