"He's not here to give a Good Housekeeping inspection." She put on her best smile and opened the door. The door swung open to reveal, well, not what J...hn had expected. Before him stood a short, average looking woman. She was wearing a micro mini and red top. However, he was drawn to the cheerful face that framed an incredible smile and sparkling blue eyes. She greeted him with "Hello, I'm Sasha. Won't you come in?" She held out her hand and beckoned him inside."Hi, my name's John," he responded. I'm such a Dumbass, I should have known that would happen! So, it was on to plan B: I would sit on the floor outside the bathroom, and act like I was waiting to use the toilet when He was finished. I didn't have to wait long. In fact, I was kind of surprised when the bathroom door was flung open and my dad was standing there in front of me. There he was, naked as the day he was born. Now, Dad's not the hunky sort. He's actually pretty average. He's 42 years old and the hair on his chest is. She told him she’d only ever done it before to-day with 3 different guys but individually and maybe just over a dozen times in total. Don was saying that was a good start and she’d done well this afternoon. She said it wasn’t that hard if she was really turned on.He asked about whether she’d do the dog as she had promised, I was surprised to hear her confession that she was more experienced there and I felt my cock grow again. My mind whirled with the image of her tied to a dog. God I’d really. “I don’t know,” I said. “I’m just trying to figure things out.”“Well, I do agree you should be your own person,” she said, “and you should always do what makes you happy.”I chewed a mouthful of casserole, then swallowed. “Fair enough,” I said.It felt like hours before I could retreat to my room. When I finally got the chance, I took a deep breath and lay down on my bed. I just lay there for a minute, till I finally texted Chad: How did it go?Chad texted back: It was ok. Dad’s still acting.