Keith gazed at Donna, a grin on his face. "You're honest, that's for sure. I can't remember when I've met such an outspoken woman."

Donna's grin spread, her eyes taking on a twinkle. "I saw you lap at the seat."

"I thought so," Keith replied. "So, I got caught."

Donna placed her hand over his on the table, looking straight at him. "SO, which is it?"

"Which is that?"

"What I asked you… fuck, suck or smell any panties?"

"What if I said all of the above?" Donna laughed, squeezing his hand. "I'd say you were a man after my own heart… or should I say my ass?"

"That, too," he replied, returning her squeeze. "It's one of the prettiest asses I've seen in along time."

"You haven't seen it yet."

"Why do I have this feeling I'm going to see your ass?"

"Probably because I want you to," Donna answered. "Same wavelength, huh? I like that, being on the same wavelength with a guy. That's fifty percent of it, you know."

"Fifty percent of what?"

"A relationship."

"Are we entering a relationship?" Keith asked, holding her hand, but looking at her out thrust tits.

"It would be nice," Donna responded, lifting her shoulders to make her firm tits push outward. "There's only one thing…"

Keith looked at his daughter and her son. "Them?"

Donna shook her head, her dark hair shimmering with golden highlights. "I doubt they'd be a problem at all. It's this… deformity that I have. That may be the problem?"

Keith grinned widely, taking in her tits again. "I don't see a deformity."

"It's hidden," she said softly. "What is it, a tattoo that says don't enter?" Donna laughed happily. "Now who's bold? No, I don't have a tattoo. What I have is… well, some men are repulsed."

"Not me," he said.

"You don't know until you see what I'm talking about."