Stepped back. Ran a hand through his hair.“Hey, why don’t I give you my phone number? If you feel down, you can call me. Yeah?”He scrawled it on...o a scrap of paper, his fingers touching mine as he handed it to me.*I called him a week before Christmas, self-control broken by the false festive spirit. My mother was going out of her way to pretend that everything was the same; that we could act like we had the last year, as if Dad was still around. The house was filled with tinsel, cards, light,. I wandered in and climbed onto his lap, I think that was the day he appreciated my presence in a sexual way.I felt him responding, and somehow detached my lower body from my upper self, I leant heavily onto the arm of the chair and clenched my buttocks on this pleasant hardness rubbing my labia and clitoris.I know daddy could feel my gentle response, there was no great pressure on either part, just warmth and cotton, and my fathers hand placed on my hip, he was in my bodily groove, my pleasure. The material swayed to the music, accenting her body moves. He enjoyed the front of her body staying in view and so did the men and a few women.A slow song began and he slipped his hands inside her dress and held her naked body to his. He felt the warmth of her body and the scent of her alluring perfume. One hand touched the flexing of her ass cheek while the other gently caressed her left tit.“This feels so fucking good! It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the arms of a man and I’m glad. I would never put that all at risk by messing around, daring.??I notice that the job comes first and the wife second!??I?m sorry, of course you mean more to me than a mere job!??And now you are slighting my father!??How can you take every word and twist it around just to make me beg to be allowed to love you???You say that and then you play French kissing with Jasmine? That is supposed to a defense of your infidelity? Pathetic.??Please tell me what I have to do to please you? Please help me say.