<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/starr__120312180756.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Fourche<br/><strong>Specific Location:</strong>The Fourche Living Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Swimming Trunks, SEX ED Teacher t-shirt, Tennis shoes<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<br/><br/>He was literally expecting Kismet to try some high speed bootleg move that saw in Baby Driver or some other high speed chase movie. With literally no control of the vehicle he braced himself as subtly as he could hoping she could pull it off, or not cause too much damage in failing. It came as quite the surprise when her hand snaked into his shorts and grasped his manhood. Her grip was firm and soft with a stroke that brought him to full erection in less than 30 seconds. He relaxed in the passenger seat and laid his head back against the rest closing his eyes.<br/><br/>"MMMMM....Thought you had enough at home..."<br/><br/>When she blew him a kiss and winked before teasing the trucker, the father knew that his daughter knew exactly how to tease. When she pulled her suit down his fatherly instinct was to cover her so no one could see. He resisted the temptation because...frankly...the way she moved and touched herself had him under her spell as well. The sexual creature she has become has escaped his notice until tonight and it's like he is looking at her for the first time.<br/><br/>He was about to laugh at the scene when she bent over and engulfed his rigid sex in her mouth. His back arches and there is a sharp intake of breath on the initial contact. Then she began giving him a very practiced blowjob. He moaned and writhed a bit under her practiced mouth, his left hand stroking her hair.<br/><br/>"Oh god Kizzyyy...that feels sooo fucking good....mhhhmmmm...oh shit the light."<br/><br/>She sat up and began driving. Suit still pulled down, breasts fully exposed, and not a bit ashamed or modest. The view from the passenger seat is breathtaking. Again came that inner conflict. This time the subject matter of the conflict was different. Pull up his shorts and urge her to get to the party? Or beg her to pull off somewhere secluded so they could play some more?<br/><br/>