As I held her hand she looked directly into my eyes and smiled, not a daughter smile, but the intimate smile of a woman for a man she is attracted to....The rush of blood to my head made me dizzy and that time I was not at all shamed by the thoughts that stampeded through my mind. I ordered wine, the sommelier did not hesitate or question my daughter’s age. As she was sipping the predinner wine we talked about the show then the conversation moved through her future at the University then turned. I gasp and moan with each thrust of his fingers, now making a wet sloppy noise, how much more can I stand. “Sod the foreplay Tom, just fuck me” I orderWe break apart and I lie down on the bed, legs parted and raised while Tom pull his shirt over his head, now the bit I am waiting for, his tracky bottoms. That’s all he has on as he pulls them over his cock “Hurry up Tom” I cryI watch him climb up over me, his cock straight out in front of him, a cock that needs no showing or help on. I wanted to know if I could sit with you."I put my notes down, my curiosity in full play, and she said, "I recognized you from the afternoon art class and you were the only one in here that I recognized that had an empty chair at his table." I looked over at the table she had just vacated and then back at her. She caught the look and said, "I know, that's why I needed to move. There are two guys coming through the line and they would have headed right for my table. They are crude, obnoxious and. Outside, he was exposed to anyone with a reason to blow him out of his boots right in the muddy street and the chance of any law interfering was practically nil.He knew that the young daughter was one of his early conquests in the sleepy town but he also knew that she was one of those bright-eyed Senoritas that had a different boyfriend every night and that he was probably Johnny come lately when it came to plowing her baby-making furrow with fertile seeds of creation. The risk that he was.