. holy shit MY DAUGHTER IS GIVING ME A HANDJOB!I leapt up, frantically pulling up my shorts and backing away, as frightened as I'd ever been. "God, Al...y, what are you doing?!" I yelled."Daddy, what's wrong? Was I doing something wrong?"I was incredulous. "What?! Are... are you serious?!! You're not supposed to touch me like that!"Alison looked deep in thought for a moment, like she was seriously thinking about the consequences of just what she had done. Then she started to cry. "Oh god Daddy,. I just thought I’d have a few drinks and see if anything interesting happens.”“That’s a pretty necklace.”Gina fingered the small gold music note. “Thank you. My mother bought it for me when my 8th-grade choir took regionals. I never take it off.”“That’s sweet.”Richard cocked his head as a song started. “Let’s dance.”After the third fast dance, Gina snuggled in as a slow song started. His heartbeat coupled with his gentle stroking of her hair lulled her mind as he crooned a wordless melody in. Placing high enough in the qualifier allows you to advance to a sectional. Placing high enough there gets you into the US Open, where you get the opportunity to play a tricked out, beasted up, bitch of a course made as hard as possible. Courses like Bethpage or Pebble Beach, but with as many added nasty tricks as the fiendish minds of the course set up people can arrange.That weekend I took a flight down to Vegas to start the second week of the Tom Watson retirement plan. I checked into the. At six fifty-five sharp, Graham pulled into her drive, and quickly shut off the engine to escort his "date". Sandy was quite excited and didn't wait for him to knock, and had the door open and was halfway out as he arrived at her door."You look quite lovely in that dress," said Graham as he offered her his arm. Sandy leaned over, stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and gave his salt and pepper goatee a playful tug. The beard was almost in direct contrast to his totally.