And the scent of you is better than my Mum’s Sunday roast.”“My genital area reminds you of your mother?”“It reminds me of food,” I said.�...Then get eating,” Julie-Ann said decisively.I approached her then as if she were the most expensive dish in a very swanky restaurant, and really there is a great similarity. We are accustomed to seeing sex as all about the sense of touch, but a woman’s crotch spread before a man’s face is much more than that.I licked her hole. I poked my tongue into it as far. "I'm done" I told her She turned around looking disappointed, but her face was flushed and red. "Truth or dare" I told her, rather than asking "Dare..." She whispered with a smirk "Alright, play with your self for 30 seconds." She just smiled. She pulled her shorts over and showed me her thong clad pussy, I could see how soaked she was. She pressed one finger against her pussy and rubbed it in circles. Her eyes closed and she let out a low moan. "Dammit you're sexy," I told her She smiled and. A special night together. Before I went off to work that morning, you told me to be prepared for an incredible night. A night to remember. A special night. I could tell by the lusty sparkle in your eyes that it was not dinner alone that would be satisfying my appetite… However, it was your night to be pampered. You had a long week too, and I wanted to surprise you… You find my first note, as I knew you would, wrapped around the handle of your hair brush…It reads ‘Be ready at 7pm tonight….’. From the way things looked, he didn't think that would ever happen, and that made him glad.He did feel a little of that jealousy that Allison had mentioned. He loved his little girl, and remembered with fondness all the times when she was just a child, how she sometimes sat on his lap or gave him hugs or kisses. She had always been his little angel. Now she was no longer a child; she was developing into a beautiful young woman, independent and free. With that change came another; no longer was.