"A different woman with a raspy voice, said, "We saw the blood, the wounds and the holes in his clothes that night. Calm down, Mercedes."I let the dis...ussion fade out and I began to focus on lifting my eye lids. Harsh light with no form shifted to outlines of female forms, and then colors added to my sight as I blinked repeatedly. A warm breath brushed my hair. A bare breast landed on my ear, I froze.The younger woman continued talking, "I was heating his body―you know how Swarta says he gets. It was like we couldn't get enough. I grabbed her tits through her shirt first, then under her shirt. She stood on the floor with me sitting on the bed. I ran one hand into her pjs and was rubbing her ass. At some point in time my friend came back from the bathroom and sat back down on the corner of the bed. I reached back under my wifes shirt and started lifting it off, This is when I noticed him watching like a voyeur. I ran my hands down my wifes back and kissed down her chest to her. What would make you happy?" she asked, suddenly really wanting to know what would make him happy."If you could spend some more time with me."Vanessa felt her face break out in a smile. "Of course. I'd be happy to spend some more time with you."The man broke into a sad smile. He was not sure about this one, but he really wanted her to be the one. Perhaps he was reaching too high. "No guts..." he thought to himself. He then became more animated. "That's wonderful. I seem to really enjoy your. As he walked past his daughter’s room he glanced inside. He saw a towel on her bed but not her. Why was she in his bedroom, he wondered as he called out to her again. Still no answer. He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached his doorway. In the dim light being cast from the bathroom door partly closed, he saw his daughter. She was wearing, or mostly wearing, a black silk teddy. She had it pushed up above her breasts, her nipples hard, or at least the one he could see, her hand.