Hadn't risen to greet her ... hadn't offered her as much as a hug. What if he was here to say no?"She did," he said. "She did," he said again. One big...hand patted the leg of his leather pants. "And yes ... if you truly want this ... I will."She almost fell to the floor as her knees turned to water. At once she was seized with equal measures of elation and panic. As long as she could remember, she had yearned to be able to love her father completely. Even after he pushed her away, and left her. ”“So, will you do it? Just this once. I promise I will never ask again.”She had it all wrong if she thought I wanted her to keep that promise. But this was not a time to argue with her or tell her how I felt about her. “Yeah, of course, I’ll do it, and I promise no one will ever hear about it from me.”“Great, finish your burger, and we can go to my house. My Mom has a date and won’t be back till real late.”I was surprised at how calm I was. I was going to have sex with a girl that I had. By far the best that I had ever had, and when she was annoyed with me, she liked to remind me that she got that way because of lots of practice on lots of guys before we met. Regardless, I was reaping the benefits now.She slowly licked around the head, holding her hand against the base with her fingertips barely reaching around to touch the top of my balls. Then came the longer licks, like a fleshy lollypop as she worked her tongue from the base to the tip, never taking any into her mouth,. He was in his undies, and I was wearing only a pair of bloomers; after all, why waste time getting dressed when it’s not going to stay on for long.After our meal, we wandered through to the lounge and began making out on the sofa. Given the previous days' exertions, I was surprised how quickly we got hot and bothered. For me, Peter's most erotic move was when he slid his hand inside my bloomers and let his fingers do their scintillating magic on my lady garden, just as he did on our first time.