I was on my second beer. My husband was trying to avoidlooking at me. Pretending he was ignoring me. Tom,looked at my legs and then my eyes and nodded...his headupward. Really? He wanted me to show more leg? What thehell. I was feeling flirty. I had nice legs. Why not. I put my beer down and pretended to adjust myskirt. I actually lifted up the hem enough so Tom couldsee my panties. I dropped the hem so far up my lap thatmy panties were obviously showing. My husband noticed and started to say. She looked down, embarrassed, for the rest of the class.There was no mistaking it. The seed worked. I was warping her thoughts. Without hating me any less, she was getting more and more sexually attracted to me every day. She was wetter and wetter every time she looked at me. She longed for me……and yet she couldn’t let go of her ego and stop despising me.It was perfect. And like hell was I done. I upped the dose again, and within the next day, she messaged me telling me she felt we needed to. I had just done this to my husband the night before, so it made it so much more exciting. My nipples were pressing through my shirt and she made sure that they revealed themselves to her. She sucked and bit them for minutes. I fondled her tits while trying to get her shirt and bra off. We were naked from the waste up now and continued to play with each other’s tits and nipples. Her tits were a little smaller than mine, but delicious.I unbuttoned my pants and slid out of them, motioning her to. I got home to find mom with a police man and woman, “Your dads been in an accident, he’s not dead but serious, we have to go to the hospital” I hugged mom and we had a lift in the police car. Dad was unconscious so all we could do was sit beside the bed to be there when he woke up. Three days and nights we sat with him, the doctors told us this was a good sign as his body was healing it’s self as he slept. Mom had gone to the bathroom leaving me with dad, when he opened his eyes, “Dad” I.