He noticed her eyes were green, the colour of the sea on certain days when a storm is coming and the sky is troubled and grey. ‘I’m Jack Reynolds....This is my Dad’s yard. What’s your name?’ ‘Elizabeth. Most people call me Beth, though. You are lucky to live her all the time. We live in London. My Dad’s a Bank Manager.’ ‘Never been to London. What’s it like?’ ‘You’ve never been to London? How old are you?’ Jack bridled at the implied criticism. If he were honest, the furthest he had ever been. I went into the dining room and set the table with candles and cut glass and put the flowers I had bought in a vase on the table. I filled the ice bucket and put the champagne in to chill.With everything ready I went back upstairs. As I walked through the living room in front of the window my dressing gown was fully open and I was totally exposed to anyone passing the house. This always gave me a thrill knowing that anyone looking would have seen me in my bra, panties and stockings. A couple of. Then, after getting into the new company, during training time, excitement and fun were there but it didn’t last for much time. We got settled into our regular routine jobs. Even during this times, whenever I masturbate I always used to think of her. Her tits.Her beautiful lips. Her booty. One day, I changed my Facebook display picture and in what seemed like an hour my smartphone buzzed, and I saw the ping from her in Messenger ‘nice pic’.Then, we started talking casually and our texting. "And when have you ever been able to refuse your daughter anything anyway?"I opened my mouth to protest and then closed it. "You are my wife, Sandra. I will not cheat on you with our daughter."Sandra grinned and said, "It's not cheating if I give you my blessing." She rose up again and leaned down to kiss me. "I love you, John and I know you'd do everything in your power to remain faithful, but...that's Jilly we're talking about and I know her and you. If you two can't help yourselves, then do.