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I love it!” What I loved just at the moment was the crush of her breasts on my chest, the scent of her perfume. It was a momentary sensation, a pure masculine moment, then I reverted to dad again. I stood by the open door of the car and offered Zina my hand. When she turned to get out, her legs parted, the skirt rode high on her thighs, I caught a glimpse of pale thighs above the top of her hosiery, and black satin panties. Not only did my eyes get a treat, I felt my nuts shiver. Again, forbidden thoughts surged to the forefront of my mind. I was slowly succumbing to the charms of the young woman. Zina waited near the theater entrance while I spoke with the driver. I hadn’t thought of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a young woman spurred another thought, if I was going to treat her as a woman, not my child, we should toast her birthday. I slipped the driver enough cash to buy a bottle of Champaign to have in the car when we returned from the show. My thoughts were not salacious, but another acknowledgment to her coming of age. At least that is the justification I offered myself. We were early, my daughter had time to wander the lobby and view Piercing the magnificent architecture of the Majestic. As she stood before a display of masks and props for the show I went to the concession and got two goblets of wine. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said “Wine? Really? What if someone sees?” I smiled down on her, “Don’t worry about it, tonight you look a lot more mature than eighteen, no one is going to question you having a drink. You have had wine before, haven’t you?” I was pretty sure her mother let her sip wine at home once in a while. Zina blushed slightly and admitted, “Yeah, mom and me sit at the fireplace at night sometimes and drink wine. That’s when we have our best mom and daughter conversations.” She looked up sharply, “But not on school nights.” As an afterthought she added, “I look more mature?” “Full grown. Right now, Zina, you could decorate the arm of any man in this theater and no one would suspect you are less than twenty-one.” She gave me a delightful smile then toy leaned to me, kissed my cheek and said so no one else could hear, “You are the only man I want to decorate tonight; I love you dad.” Her whisper soft breath on my ear sent another involuntary shiver through my nuts. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly, “Oops, sorry,” then wiped a smear of red gloss off my cheek with her finger. She sat captivated during the first half of the show. When intermission was called, I led her back to the bar for another glass of wine. Zina bubbled with enthusiasm about the orchestra, performers and the songs. She finished her wine then asked for another, to take back for the second half. 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 bigtits passed in a blur for me. My focus wasn’t on Christine or the Phantom, my focus kept being diverted by my BDSM daughter’s legs. The midi-dress Bondage 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. She gives it a kiss before giving them a good tongue bath. “Who?” After taking off her panties she turned to show toy off her ass. 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