. yeah I know, I am a pig of a man. Truly ladies, I am just a man that has no shame in being honest. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t shy about sh...ring it. As I watched her walk away, I could only imagine where I may be able to find her. Asking around, I found out that she was an escort, which made my ears ring and my dick twitch. I had to find a way to get in contact with her and set something up. Maybe a nice dinner, evening, and a fuck session. I needed to blow off some stress, and the. She's an attractive woman and very, very good at sex. Coincidentally these fantasies had been increasing lately and I'd conjured up a few scenarios of her coming to my house under the only pretense that made sense - to talk about something to do with the kids. And now I was going to hers to do that very thing. Fantasies aside, I did not expect anything to happen and half expected her boyfriend to be there when I arrived that morning. He wasn't and she was very pleasant, giving me a polite hug. I cocked my head at her and didn’t smile.“Sorry Daddy,” she responded in her regular voice. She sat down on the couch next to me. “What's going on?”Well, here goes nothing.“Mr. Patton called me late Thursday afternoon. You know Mr. Patton?”“Yes Daddy, he's the principal. Sooo…”“Yeah. So. He said… Ashley this isn’t easy for me.” I wrung my hands, I really didn’t know where to start.“Daddy, just say it and we will deal with it.” I looked at her. For someone who just turned eighteen, sometimes she. It took longer for her to work her way back to me. The third time was the charm, I divorced her. So here I was, single, footloose, open for anything. I worked with a black guy about the same age as I, we would talk during break. One day I saw him walking down the road. I stopped and picked him up. He had blown the engine in his firebird, it would be about three weeks before it was ready. I gave him a ride to work, it was on my way. We became friends. One Friday, we had just finished our shift.