" Emily frowned slightly. She wasn't used to lying and the woman wasn't very good at it."That's okay," Mike smiled again as they stood there on the si...ewalk. "It's none of my business, but..." But what?" She pulled some blonde hair out of her face as a dry wind picked up for a second."If your husband doesn't meet you," Mike said slowly. "I'd like to buy you lunch. If that's okay." No," Emily smiled. "That's very nice of you, but ... I'll be fine. It was nice meeting you, Mike." Yeah, nice. ... Now I know he realised.Either way he started laughingso hard he had to arch his back as he had to prop himself up, kind oflike doing a ( girls push up ) and he said.Dude, red is not yourcolour,I cant see your six-pack properly when your red or sunburnt.As he didthis the blanket fell down towards his bum and thanks to the goldensunlight between him,me his body and the bed I could see much morethan his toned tanned leg.He was still laughing which took the heatoff of me....until I noticed his. Every guy at the club started to look like my daddy. My pussy was soaked by the end of the night just thinking about my sexy father. For the next few days, daddy found some reason to come home every morning around 10am. Each day I greeted him as he came into the kitchen. On Wednesday I was wearing a pair of sexy panties and a tee shirt that barely covered the bottom of my breasts. My panties were a light blue sheer laced cheeky cut type which if you looked hard enough, you could just make out. She was a lot younger than her sister Amanda. And she was almost 25 years younger than me. But it didn't stop me from thinking what I was thinking.It wasn't that long after going to dinner at Olive Garden with the girls that I really started having serious thoughts about pursuing something with her. She'd flirted with me. She'd made jokes to me. She'd even messaged me on Facebook, saying shit like "Don't think about me too much before you go to bed" and she'd sign off. It drove me fucking.