The place was more than kind of dive-y, but they knew how to cook aburger. You probably didn't want to think about what went in it, but soit goes with...pub grub; you come for the grease and flavor, not theartisan ingredients. Plus the beer selection was wide and cheap, andwould help us spend the rest of the night in a cheerful buzz.As for the cupcake, it was just some crappy prepackaged deal, small andeasy to sneak around. The tiny green candle, now in place and lit, didn'tproduce much of a. She used to live with three flatmates. Luck favored me, the house was empty for a couple of days. It was a party house. We entered her room and she bolted the door from inside. We got to talking and drinking until wee hours into the night. There was this one moment where I complimented the way she looks.She winked and replied that there is a lot more to see if I play my cards right. I was able to read the signals. She turned on the music keeping it low on volume and asked for a dance. In no. She felt the energy build up in her body to a feverish pitch, as the inner rim of her asshole crackled with pleasure against the firm caress of her father’s finger. A sudden contraction of her stomach and she started writhing in his arms sailing across wave after wave of bodily pleasure, his cock plunged deep inside her pussy. There was no full-blown squirting this time, but Don’s cock felt still felt well bathed in his daughter’s sexual juice. Getting off him, Paige gave her father a kiss on. Three days later she contrived an excuse to go to the loading dock of the warehouse. She spied him but didn’t look at him directly. She walked past him swaying her hips in what she was sure was just enough to show off her curves.She turned and sashayed past him again so that he got a good look at her ample buttocks. As she reached the doorway back into the office complex she looked over her shoulder to make sure he was watching and smiled at him again.She discovered he brought his lunch to work.