"I'm so sorry, dad." She softly said as we ended our embrace."Don't be, angel." I responded. "This whole situation has been impossibly hard on everyon.... Clearly, we can't go back to the way we were as a family. Though I don't agree with what your mother and brother are doing in secret, I can hardly blame them." "Of course you can blame them, daddy. They didn't have to give in to their desires...did they?" She added the question at the end almost as if asking for herself."Desire is often the. I just joked with her about Cheryl being all I could handle, but I didn't ask her to remove her hand. I also knew - vaguely - that if Cheryl caught us like this I was dead meet. But how do you turn down a nice hand job from a pretty stranger in - pretty much - public?My mind was getting even hazier, and I was beginning to drift pleasantly and all I really wanted to do was go to bed and fuck Stephy until I blew my load and then sleep. But suddenly we were heading in to the house. Apparently. "This will end one day and I don't want to make them feel bad about feeling good. I have a very famous girl friend," I joked. "She is called Miss Palm and she has five daughters too." That is very nice of you," said Mom. "But they must remember that you live here too. You are going to be 15 in two weeks time, and it is well known that boys at your age - and many girls too - are very horny, and that everything that's even remotely connected to sex can get you all hot and bothered. Now, get those. I couldn’t believe this woman was talking to me. Usually I just sat quietly on a barstool drinking my scotch. I never have the courage to talk to such a beautiful woman. The bartender handed me my drink as three of my friends came up to me. They got drunk fast and it was showing well. They talked to me for awhile as I tried to shorten our conversation as much as possible. I wanted to go back to talking to this woman. She seemed to read my mind as she said ?Meet me in the back, if you want some.