But much to my surprise, I saw a pair a sexy legs in black pantyhose and four inch shiny black heels. She slid into the seat and crossed her legs. “...ick my feet you whore,” I heard this feminine voice say. She raised her foot in the air and I grabbed it with my hands. I licked the shiny leather toe of her heel and caressed the top of her foot. I made my way up her shin, licking and sliding up her pantyhosed calves. She flicked her heel off as I kissed back down to her feet again. I engulfed her. The job sounded fun, the pay seemed amazing, and in my inexperienced way I craved the adventure. In an attempt to calm myself a bit I gripped my clutch between my knees and straightened my dress down. I pressed at the bottom of my breasts to fill the top and amplify my cleavage, then ran my hands back down my sides to smooth out the wrinkles; my hands gliding into the curve of my waist and back out around my hips. Picking up my clutch again I looked down the to the bottom of the black dress I. I was getting aroused too fast, and I could feel my control slipping. She could feel it, too, and said, "Go ahead and cum, darling. Don't wait for me." With relief, I gave into the overwhelming demands of my cock and released my sperm into her. I pulled out, and she replaced my cock with two of the fingers of her left hand, while her right hand strummed her clit. And I watched her torso redden as her own orgasm swept over her. It was beautiful to watch, and I couldn't help but drop to my knees,. So, before Beth’s birth, we were married by the local justice of the peace, and began our life together. I made sure Amanda finished school. She always joked, saying I was harder on her than her own father was, and anytime I told her she needed to do something she always replied “Yes, Daddy.” with just the right amount of sarcasm and sincerity in her voice to turn me on quicker that gasoline on a fire. We both enjoyed the age difference and what it meant to our sex life. Make no mistake.