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I was hesitant at first but gave in when she locked her big green eyes on mine and assured me, “It’s okay dad, I can handle it.” The second half of the opera passed in a blur for me. My focus wasn’t on Christine or the Phantom, my focus kept being diverted by my daughter’s legs. The midi-dress was riding high on her thighs, near the junction of her legs. She was animated as she followed the plot, every time she moved, her legs attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the skirt inching high, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare skin. I felt slimy watching her, but I couldn’t resist. The man within the father was growing more and more aware of the alluring young female sitting near him. I began to fantasize that Zina had chosen her clothing and makeup to entice me, rather teen than accompany me. I began to see my daughter as if she were a real date, not out for birthday celebration. My thoughts shamed me, but my cock has no conscience, it was beginning to react to her as a woman, not as my child. Standing in the lobby of the theater after the show Zina was agitated with joy, “Now what dad, what are you going to do with me now?” Her choice of words encouraged another quick fantasy as I replied, “Dinner, I hope you like Raoul’s, it is supposed to be good.” Her eyes sparkled, she smiled, licked her upper lip and said “We could go to Burger King and if you are with me, it would be perfect.” “I don’t like Burger King; their fries are too bland.” “Then you better take me somewhere nice” she said before leading me to the waiting car. My eyes were locked on her back, she was taking long strides on the high softcore heels which caused her hips to rock provocatively with each step; my prick took a deep breath, she definitely wasn’t a girl anymore. In the car Zina refreshed her lip gloss and eyes in a mirror, capped the makeup then turned to me, “Dad, this has been a fantastic night so far, it must be costing you a fortune.” I watched her lips as she spoke and had to fight down an urge to kiss the words from them. I answered, “When I’m on the job I travel all over the world, all my expenses are paid, plus I get per diem and often hazardous job pay. I still get my regular salary but almost never touch it, I don’t need to. The last time I spent a heap of money is when I bought my house in New Haven. Don’t worry about what I spend for you or on you, this is your night Zina, enjoy it.” My daughter gave me small tits a dazzling smile, graced the corner of my mouth with her fresh glossed lips, then leaned back on the seat of the car and took my left hand in hers. She pulled it until it massage was lying on her thigh, her hand covered mine, holding me like that she closed her eyes. The palm of my hand was covering the hem of the dress, my fingers were lying on the nylon sheathed leg. The carnal interest in my daughter that had been slowly growing through the evening broke free of weakened moral restraints and warmed my balls. My cock began to gain some blonde serious weight. I was self-conscious of where my hand was and what my nuts were telling me, so I tried to move my hand from Zina’s leg but her fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in place. The silent invitation to keep my hand on her encouraged me to lightly stroke her with the tip of my fingers. She either didn’t feel my caress, or she liked the caress; either way, she remained quiet with her eyes closed. At the restaurant I was again treated to the same view I got at the theater, only the second time it seemed to take her a bit longer to emerge from the car, giving me two extra moments of bare thigh and black panties. 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 to my job. It was a normal conversation without intimacy or hidden meaning. We sipped wine for the entire two hours we enjoyed the long, superb dinner. As we left the restaurant Zina wrapped both hands around my arm and rested her head on my shoulder as we walked to the car. Her hair was brushing my cheek, her nearness was creating havoc in my briefs. It was near midnight and I could tell the long evening had taken a toll on Zina, she was tiring from the excitement and several glasses of wine. She looked trashy fabulous, both cheap and sexy. She started to sweat from the heat of the hood and blow dryer and that didn't help make her any more comfortable. Our back garden had a Hill’s Hoist – that famous Australian invention, the rotary clothes line. I blonde asked how many officers were on duty here in this room, he looked around and told me about 50 plus a few people such as Fred and I which brought the total around 60. Jason took the hint. He told me that he agreed with me on that shirt. Twelve days after their tryst Morgan turned sixteen. Blood trickled between her fingers. “Hey, now.” She tells me to keep my eyes closed as she is now going to soap up my body before she rinses out the shampoo from my hair. The teen 45-year-old events organiser had previously mentioned to Mike that they always ask for a volunteer from the audience to participate in a pairs bout, and Mike had small tits immediately nominated Sarah. My feet squirmed. “I’ll have one of my girls tidy up.” In an environment that had massage every member seeing a variety of naked people everyday. When he got introduced softcore to Kayleigh and her story, he quickly realized that this hot young babe, and the predicament that we had her in would allow for his fantasy to be fulfilled. I laughed back at her and pushed myself inside her. “Hey, uh, Gemma. Vickie's Abduction I start running down the beach to see if they strolled further down, but nothing. He would be fucking her over the desk, and I'd have to be bred by him. Shauna still licked that last few drops of piss off Leona's futa dick. We have a UFO on local scan and you and your crew should be able to see it any second. Sauntering into the hotel bar, my short white dress was the perfect contrast to my mahogany skin. I wouldn’t want it any other way, I love being a slut for hot dick… You're like us. An awkwardness not caused by his women’s clothing. My cousin giggled mischievously. She was grasping the edges of the cabinet top as I continued to fuck her tight pussy. May I have another?"