That means a lot to me despite your endorsement a fortnight ago."Joanna hugged and kissed Jerry warmly. "Goodbye, Dad. See you soon," she said softly....erry's eyes widened and then he beamed with delight. "Thank you, Joanna. That means a lot to me."He pulled her back into the hug and returned her kiss."It's all Zoë's fault," she smiled back at him."No. She might have been persuasive but it was your decision in the end."He gave her another gentle squeeze and she beamed up at him. The three of. I saw her as soon as I walked in. There she was, talking to a punter, dressed in sexy black lingerie, stockings and 6" heels. I had a great view of her ass, which looked better than ever in her thong. I was half stunned, but strangely not surprised at the same time. She'd mentioned a few times about becoming a stripper ever since she was asked to apply for the job by a friend. But I didn't think she was ever confident enough to do it. But here she was, wrapping this guy around her little finger. I considered myself mostly straight, and as a horny teenager, I desperately wanted to get together with a girl. But I was also honest enough to know I leaned at a bit the other way too. I might not be attracted to guys in the romancing sense, nor did I have fantasies about male bodies generally, but I did have fantasies involving dicks. Especially me sucking them. I sure loved my own dick. Not sucking it - or, as the saying goes, I'd never leave the house. Not for lack of trying, though. I. I expected to feel a hand on my ass, but that did not happen. Instead, two hands held mine. We were nearly shaking hands. This was not typical. He guided me, at least my right hand. Dan had me flatten my hand and then he put my hand down his pants. I felt the waistband on his suit and then the fleshy warmth of his penis against the back of my hand. He let go of me and put his hand back on my shoulder and pulled me close again. A hand returned to my thigh again, slid up and this time rubbed my.