And I knew the table in the corner. It was a perfect table. It was a William Gibson table. No, it was a John le Carré table. It was the table the o...d spymaster George Smiley would have chosen to meet one of his East German double agents, had they ever chosen to conduct their dark business in our part of the world. Almost hidden from sight, in the far corner of an inexpensive and noisy but surprisingly good downtown eatery, it was the ideal table from which to “make your meet” – to study them. He sat me down on his bed and began to put his hand between my legs and started rubbing my PUSSY, the way I did every night. But the way he was doing it felt wayyyyyy better! He used his pointer to rub circles around the little lump right above my PUSSY, and I felt those volts of electric energy shoot up my body and reside in my tingling boobs. My little nipples started getting hard as my father twirled his finger around that little lump. My hands grabbed at his back as he fingered me. Clawing. I got chatting to my best mate Candy her mum had split from her dad and she was feeling lonely.The following day I phoned Candy again saying we should get her mum and my dad on a blind date, Candy agreed even if it was for a bit of company, I told Candy I had spied on my dad wanking and how big his cock was, Candy called me a perv and laughed like mad, we made arrangements for a blind date and hung up. That evening I said to dad she was hoping he would take me to the movies with her mate. She was still dancing to the beat.He kissed her as the lights flashed by the windows, hands stroking, teasing, keeping her fire alight, but not too bright. Nothing was certain. Not yet.He placed a hand on her leg, and then slightly higher, apart from another giggle she made no response. He kept up the gentle kissing.Unheeding of the driver, he touched cotton. Her legs parted further. She was damp. He applied gentle pressure. She moaned. He slipped a finger under. She was smooth, but for a small.