I rounded to face him again, and stood before him, looking into his face as my head torch held him in its gaze. He was looking right into my eyes. His...face was… blimey. Framed by those tight curls, it looked almost like a blunt heart, with a solid chin and a wide, intelligent forehead that led down to a long, finely chiselled nose. His cheeks were high-boned with long dimples on either side of his wide, smiling mouth, his teeth flashing pearl under the scrutiny of my light. But it was his eyes…. They had all chosen somewhat formal attire knowing that I'd chosen a tux just for fun.A lot of fellows don't like to get dressed up in a tux because it's such a hassle, but for me, it was no more a hassle than a regular suit and it looked so much better.When we arrived we were greeted as usual and escorted to our table/booth. Once again you could see heads turning, and groans of pain as dates and wives put elbows to ribs when the man they were with stared at my ladies walking in. They were. My cock felt as if it were electrified and her rim opened wider and wider for me. I could feel my balls hanging low and feeling so good pressed between the opening of her soft cheeks, damp and gingery-smelling.She spoke at last in rhythm to our lovemaking. "Be ... your ... daugh ... ter ..." You are my daughter, baby." Just speaking the words quickened my approaching orgasm. Just the word daughter did it. It always did. "And ... your ... wife..." We can, baby. We can." My nuts were pulsing,. I don’t want to put you in a difficult position (only position I don’t want you in!). Shall we leave it for another time? Your choice x I feel tears prickling my eyes as I read this. I’m moved by how sweet you are being, how you’re trying to take the pressure off me, and how you genuinely prioritise my happiness needs above your own sexual needs. Just you try keeping me away, I write. I’ll be there. I need you xx---By the time Friday comes around, I’ve got it all figured out; everything will be.