It was in the country, kind of out of the way. There would be privacy. We should have plenty of space. We’d decided not to go for a slutty look ...r anything too seductive. Heather wanted time to work on each but no more. She wore a long white t shirt with no bra. Plenty of jiggle to help the guys. Very short shorts to accentuate her legs completed the look. She had her hair tied back. She was ready to go. We decided that everything would happen in the large living room. Heather would sit. His first reaction was an instinctive one of getting caught once again, then he thought maybe it might just be a coincidence. He looked at the phone, not recognizing the number, and in his best normal voice answered. “Hello...”“Can you see me, Mr. Dan?” It was Casey, and not the usual perky voice she normally had¬– it was soft and breathy and deep. He froze as he looked over at her. She was looking through the window directly at him, even though he was sure he couldn’t be seen in his dark. She walked over to her mother’s dresser and retrieved a DVD from a drawer and put it in the player. “Daddy, you need to watch this and then we’ll talk.” She simply said as she started the DVD. The 60 inch flat screen came alive with the image of my gorgeous wife Sandy. “Hi Honey! If you’re watching this then Heather has been French kissing you and you’ve had a fantastic blowjob.” She said smiling. “It’s okay dear; it stands to reason it would be more powerful watching your daughter suck you. I started seeing a guy from the tennis club, but I still could not let anyone get close. I was uncomfortable even kissing him. He lost interest after 5-6 dates. In March I started dating a lacross player, Kevin. He was cool and mature for a high school boy. He didn’t seem as preoccupied with getting laid as his lacross buddies were. We spent time together, I got comfortable kissing and petting again. Whenever he tried rubbing my leg or caressing my breast I would shut down. He seemed to.