I can hardly sit down!" Somehow, miraculously, it was finally Friday. Beth was gone, and John and his daughter had the house to themselves. Shawna wa... feeling shy and uncertain. She knew what she wanted but didn't know how to get there. Can't they just get started? "Touch me, Daddy," she thought. John went to the kitchen to get Shawna a Coke."I thought we could both take a shower", he said, giving her the drink. "Just put on a t-shirt and shorts and meet me back in the TV room. Okay?" He had. .." She wept for a moment, and said, "He wanted a piece of ass as a going away present! That's ALL I WAS TO THAT ASSHOLE!"She was weeping unreservedly now.I held her. I said, rather weakly, "I'd never treat you that way."She turned her face to me. "Why do you think I fell into bed with you when I did?" she rasped? "You loved me, you were a gentleman, and I needed you. I loved you. I LOVE you! Don't you get how much you mean to me?" Tears were falling openly.I kissed her without reservation. We. Those who were smart learned to enjoy it, or at the very least- pretended to enjoy it.Prosperity returned to America and the rest of the Westernized world, which had adopted very similar practices regionally. Most men noticed very little difference, and enjoyed the differences they noticed. Most went on with their lives as they had before the time of troubles. Their wives deferred to them a bit more in every way, and their sex lives were much more rewarding.For women it was a slightly different. His body arched upwards stiff and motionless like his cock, and I felt the pulses inside his massive column as he groaned in unison with the dozen spurts of thick white goo I pumped from his body. I drained him onto his chest and belly, and as he lay back he redoubled his stroking.I moved further up his side and knelt with my cock at the level of his navel and watched him staring at my cock in his fist. His left hand cradled my balls, then roamed around my belly and chest. The call of my lust.