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Zina bubbled with big 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 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 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 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 dildo 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 vagina pay. I still get my regular salary but almost clit 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 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 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 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 busty 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. Two of them tried to slide her bra straps and spaghetti straps off her arms and she obliged just to tease them, making sure she kept dildo her chest pressed against the bed. Fantasm does mean "an illusionary likeness of something." She helped him guide his cock to her slick entrance, nestling the head between her soft folds. He could even pick up on a pleasant scent that was like the perfume that an aristocratic lady would wear. “Sometimes I forget that,” I admitted. 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