We were always just friends though. We managed to keep in touch after college and as time went on. She got married to a man named Tom and I got marrie... to a beautiful woman name Lisa. Carrie and Tom had a son and a daughter and myself and Lisa had 3 daughters. Life was good for both our families.Our families lived across the country from eachother. Carrie lived in Oregon with her family, while Lisa and I lived in Kentucky with our daughters. About every other year, we would get together and. Phrases like 'He loves a good ladder' and 'get in any tights situations?' are regularly used. Noone else seems to have picked up on it, although when one of our other colleagues occasionally wears them she'll message me asking if I'm thinking about their legs and what I'd do to them. As you can imagine, this inflicts damage on the bottom of my desk as I try to keep my erections contained. My friend, who also got married earlier in the year, loves to tease me with her own chunky thighs when she. He was only in for the one day because his band was heading back out in the morning. I knew he hadn’t been laid recently because they weren’t traveling anywhere near her town and they all shared one hotel room on their mini tours. It happened to be my day off so when he got home I was lounging around watching TV with my nightshirt on. I liked sleeping in long teeshirts with no panties underneath. As was my usual routine on a day off, I had just fixed myself a little pin joint of some good weed. I had to sleep with my father in a separate room than hers. Didn’t matter. As after he slept, I sneaked into the room where she was pretending to sleep. There she was laying straight with legs already opened a bit. It was probably an invitation for me. I turned off all the night-bulbs that were lit. This time also she was wearing a silk shirt, with trousers. Moving towards her, I was really scared as to what would happen if she awakes.Also, what if dad wakes up to find his son nailing his.