I have my regular places back home. I know what I like and I know what I don’t like. Here? Not a bit. I’m lost. I’m always disappointed in what ... order when I don’t know the restaurant. ‘Okay,’ I say hesitantly. ‘What’s different?’ ‘Mind if we just order four or five entrees and sample off each? That way chances are we’ll order something good.’ He’s still got that mischievous grin and his request seems so silly it’s endearing. I smile back. ‘No,’ I laugh. ‘Of course not.’ ‘We’ll have extra, but. “I am. I got to get the others.”“Promise me you’re coming back?” Kayla asked me, her chin quivering.“I promise. If not, I’m logged into my Amazon account. Try not to go too crazy.” I grinned as I pulled away from her.“You’re such a jerk!” Kayla laughed.“Get some rest. Get something to eat. All of you!” I called out as I started to walk toward my car.“Yes DAD!” Kayla’s laughing grew louder.I drove towards Steve’s house, unsure of what I was going to find. The underground holding area where I’d. Moans began to escape my lips as he picked up the pace. I firmly, yet gently, grabbed his dick and said in my sexiest voice, “Let me suck it.” He abruptly quit sucking on my neck and fingering me. I half-way stood up and lay down beside him. Instead of laying directly beside him, I got near his thighs and dick. I leaned over and put my hand around the base of his dick. I used my other free hand to caress his nutts. I moved my lips closer to his head and looked into his eyes. A smile was. "Can we fuck now?" she asked."Soon," I told her. "First let's play a game. I want you to put on makeup like you were wearing yesterday, and model your new shoes for me." She grinned, and I knew the idea appealed to her. She came out of the bathroom ten minutes later dressed again in the naughty schoolgirl outfit. On her feet were lacy white ankle socks and the new pumps. The effect was breathtaking. I told her to play fashion model while I took photographs.Red haired, coltish, twelve-year-old.