He had almost forgotten his little problem of an erection at the memory of his daughter throwing her naked body at him, and everytime he looked at her... he was seeing the same image over and over again. And now she wanted to sit in his lap... He managed to suppress his hardon by repositioning it, an action that he hoped would be missed by his daughter.A very relieved Midge settled on her father's lap. It felt so good to have him with her, holding her, making her feel special... it was the way. .can we not just stay with this?" She lightly squeezed my dick through the protective cotton, eliciting a pleasurable groan from me. I backed off, and she again manipulated me to a wet orgasm within the confines of my jockeys, bringing herself off in a chain reaction.As I cleaned myself in the washroom I thought to myself, why would she not let me fuck her? Was this some sort of guilt thing about her marriage? Masturbating someone wasn't considered adultery? I shook my head.I looked for. I made like I didn’t notice, opened the cooler, and pulled out a bottle of Coca-Cola. “Do you folks want anything while I’m in here?” I asked. He turned to his companion “You ready for a beer, babe?” Since she appeared to be reading a magazine she sort of mumbled in the affirmative. “How about grabbing her a beer. There’s ’a church key stuck to the side of the cooler.” This was the 1970s before twist off caps were extant. Pop went the bottle cap and I handed the cold, wet brew forward. She. "I have to admit that I was a bit irritated by my boss, when she arranged something like this without negotiating with me about it. After all, this place isn't at all like home."At that point, I changed my look from smiling to slightly worried."But how come you are here alone? This isn't really an area where a western woman - even a professional journalist - should move about, alone."Now the irritation on her face was clear to see. I watched her while she sipped her coffee and tasted the bread.