I looked at her as she faced me and said exactly what was in my heart and mind, “It has been over 30 years since a woman gave me a blow job, I have ...ever enjoyed one more.” I leaned over and pulled her to me and kissed her lips. I could taste my cum on her lips and probed with my tongue and she parted her lips. I broke the kiss and looked into those green eyes with what little light there was from the parking lot lights at the rest stop.“You know us hookers have a rule about kissing,” Rachel. " What?" I play the game and look sympathetic. I don't want him to get any hints about what's next on the agenda."I've turned into my father." He gestures at the pile of gifts. "Three ties, a tool box and a sweater." Well the kids picked the ties." I figured," he sighs again. "I like the Daffy Duck."I think it's time. I want to tease, not torment the poor lug. I sashay over and sit, straddling his legs."You haven't gotten my gift yet." Really? I thought the sweater..." His oversized hands reach. You two need to find some time just to sit and visit, particularly if today works out." What's this place like?" Allie asked.Rachelle shrugged."I have no idea," she replied. "The first I heard of it was the same time you did."The first thing Walt noticed from the backseat of Adam's car when they pulled in front of the converted duplex was the door. The dwelling had a porch centered across the front but the door was off center by about four feet. He shook his head and wondered about the unusual. I sat up, kissed Dad on the cheek, kicked off my shoes, then climbed over the back of the front seat to the rear seat. As Dad drove up a power line road, I pulled my panties from under my skirt then tossed them to the front, they landed on the dashboard. Dad picked them up, held them to his nose then stopped the car. He turned around to look at me, “Are you sure about this Liv?” I reached over the seat and took his right hand and pulled on it, a non-verbal invitation to join me. Dad shut.