I held her hand the whole time the tattoo artist was working on her. When it was all done, she chose a red heart about the size of a racquetball with ...ngel's wings on each side and a banner across the middle that said "Daddy's Little Girl". I was proud of her. She never wavered in what she wanted when she saw the hundreds of tattoos she had to choose from."I think it's best if we don't tell your mom right away about your tattoo. What do you think?" I asked her."Yeah, maybe we should kinda let. But you’d be surprised how many honest people there are out there nowadays. Adding those two files, at least gives a finder – or the police if its handed in to them – a chance of tracking the owner down. No charge for that tip by the way, I’ve been doing that since way back when we used to send photographic films away to be processed, the first picture on any roll of film I sent was always of a piece of card with my name and address on, just in case the film got separated from the paperwork. Lips parted and she pushed her tongue into the depths of my mouth. The tips of our tongues discovered each other, that first touch sent influxes of energy through our bodies as the kiss turned out to be more passionate. She put a hand on my chest, driving me back until I was lying down with her on top.Breaking the kiss, she sat up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts. Raising my hips, she pulled the shorts down and when the one-eyed monster popped into view, she cried out, “Oh. So that first kiss......yer I melted. And if I'd been wearing knickers then they would have been instantly wet!The bar is underground so we went down a flight of steps. As we did I felt his hand caress my bottom and then glide over my waist up to my breast. Groping me. I smiled as I knew exactly what he was doing. He was checking to make sure I had followed his instructions. He scanned the room and picked our seats. A sofa divided into a sort of booths up with open sides. I sat and he went to.