So I told her it was ok to wrap her fingers around it and really feel it. She was really getting into playing with it. Then she blew on it. “So i... this a blow job? If I keep blowing on it, will you cum?” Wow, my daughter was naive.“Stop for a minute honey. Daddy really likes this and it ain’t right, for a dad to be doing this with his daughter, so before we go on, I have to know if you’re ready for this.” She said, “I’ve learned so much from you Dad, already. Why can’t you teach me. All of him. Her hips started to rock back and forth as she moaned into his huge cock. Needing him more and more desperately as the seconds slipped by. She felt a hand on his ass as she moaned into his cock with a growling ,almost pitch feverish noise. The hand ran down her ass and spread her lips the finger delving into her folds and rubbing at her pussy walls making her buck back and forth. She felt another hand on her breast. He was playing with her nipples now and it was almost to much to. I wondered what her story would be. I thought the best time to find out would be during dinner.I walked into Florio's at five before seven and was seated immediately. I let the young lady at the front know I was expecting someone. Glynnis arrived just a couple of minutes after I was seated and I was pleased. It told me she was happy to be joining me this evening."Hi ... good to see you again," Thank you. I'm glad you invited me. I like this place, and I wanted to get to know you a little. We just looked at each other for a while. She was 5'7''. The track captain. Sun tanned skin, brown eyes looking through designer prescription glasses. She was wearing a sports bra and track shorts. I can see the lines in her stomach, not a six pack but those sexy curves women get sometimes. She was sizing me up to. I am 6'2''. Mixed white and Mediterranean. Green eyes. Thin but athletic build. Not much to look at but I suppose I cold be worse off. She is a sprinter, I am a distance runner. We.