As she entered the room his eyes widened in pleasure. "Mmm, your in those high-heels!" "Do you like them Dad?" He kissed her on the cheek saying softl...,"Look your old enough to call me Dan and yes you look wonderful." "Yes Dan." She smiled and sat at the table with a book.Dan leafed through the paper by the radio. The he got up and stuck his hands in his pockets. "I think I'll have a glass of sherry young lady," he announced. "Do you like a sherry shandy?! He asked her. "Oh I don't know, what's. She felt more love for him from his stopping when she asked than she had from the kiss. Eric wasn’t a romantic hero, but he was a great guy.“Was that too much?”“Not really. I pushed to see what would happen.”“I let go. I’ll always let go. Well, this was fun, but I was going to feed you when this started.”They both had bowls of soup. Maybe the soup was what she needed to settle her stomach. Maybe the kisses and the experiences in church were. Anyway, it was the best meal she had had in the past. It wasn't the alcohol last night. This man was really something. Pale skinned, jet black hair, piercing sky blue eyes that looked straight into ones soul and thin frame. I preferred someone with a little more meat but he was perfect in every other department. We sat and drank for a few hours as the night grew heavier and the bar started to get busy. People dancing getting drunk. It seemed all so surreal. It felt as if I hadn't even been home. I was getting sleepy. L could tell. "Shall we head. Despite his stupor, Buck couldn’t help but drool when he saw the young girl’s voluptuous body, her womanly curves, the large but firm tits she’d inherited from her mother. Without a word, he got between her legs, roughly spreading them and put the head of his large fat cock at the opening of her tiny unused pussy. Tara understood what was about to happen but knew that trying to fight him would be useless – and would undoubtedly result in far more pain. So when her father’s enormous fuckmeat.