She was meeting Clair for lunch before they hit the shops for some serious therapy. It was mid summer but not as hot as it should have been so her dre...s was longer than the mini skirts she usually loved to wear which would show off her long slender legs to perfection. She grabbed her handbag opening the door at the same time not noticing that the man standing by the next car was about to unlock his door to leave."Careful darling," he called, "I'm too young to die." Sarah turned quickly and saw. “There’s the birthday girl,” he laughed as I opened the door. Even at eighteen, he still treated me like I was a kid. Then again I understood the protective nature of father figures, especially over girls. “Dad, do you have to?” I said in a moany tone. “It’s not every day, you turn eighteen,” he smirked as he gave me a kiss on the forehead. I stepped past him and started to walk to the bathroom. For some reason he just stood at my bedroom for a few moments before following me down the hall. As. It wasn’t unusual for us to make love on Saturday nights, so when she leaned over and planted a sexy kiss on me, I thought nothing of it. I welcomed the kiss and slid my hand slowly up her side and rested it on her breast. As we continued to fool around, my wife moved and positioned herself on top of me. And as she slid her hips down just a little bit to put her pelvis on mine, that’s when it hit me. There was a bulge in her pants just as there was on in mine!She knew instantly that I realized. So, with all the all skill of an English poet, I changed tack away from my not so subtle peeping. "Hey Betty,” I said with all the panache I could muster, "how are the bangers today?" Smooth, eh? I know. I'm good like that. Betty's face lit up as she softly laughed. I was about to congratulate myself on being so clever when she parried my linguistic thrust. "I don't know, love, I haven't been banged in years."Well, that got my attention.I put down my menu and, grinning, countered her thrust.