.no..no Louise. You have to go to college" I weakly spat out.Her next response threw me even more."But daddy, after what just happened, I need to rela.... All these feelings I am feeling. Maybe I should talk to mum about them after college if you are so sure that I should go" she said, this time moving her face closer to mine. Her lips inches from mine. Her hand now caressing my lower lip as my mouth is wide open. her being so close, so touchy, my cock begins to stir in my pants again having not. I smiled back and one after another I removed my dress and wrapped a towel around my waist and opened my jeans.She was now watching me and I was noticing her well with narrow vision. Her phone fell down and and sat up and bend to pick it up and suddenly while picking the phone up she touched my cock over my towel and under that I was just in my underwear. I looked at her and she told me sorry again with a wicked smile. I told her it’s ok and changed to my boxer. And sat on my birth.Then we chat. “The girls would likely have you in our bed more often that I could.”“I could handle that kind of loving and relationship. I could be a mistress to the whole family! They would have me primed for you to fuck. As your slutty wife, what shall we do for now until we’re with Andrew?”“We’re celebrating our fifteenth anniversary, why not give fifteen lucky guys a blowjob?”“Fifteen blow jobs? I’ve only done three, Alex, Brad and Jake in one day and you want me to do fifteen?” she cried in a hoarse. “Anywhere you want.”“K! Hang on!”Yael was a fearless driver, zipping in and out of traffic as she worked the little moped south through the city, back towards where I had been earlier that morning. Taking a bridge at speed, she pulled hard left, then right, bringing us up in front of a busy, nameless roadside food stall at a four-way intersection. “Best sabich in the city,” she declared. “We might have to wait a bit.”We stood in a loose, meandering line watching pita being rolled around fresh.