.............. It was a saturday afternoon .I knew you were coming over and decided that to keep occupied I would chop some wood and keep busy-already...my mind was filled with thoughts of how later we would be and the night ahead was to provide untold and new pleasures as we got to know each others likes and desires-would you be wearing that black negligee or those amazing stocking and suspendors I wondered and hoped.And how long before we got into bed from the moment you arrived-I was alreadt. ”John said, “Wow, Dad! I didn’t know you knew any artists of that caliber.”Jack said, “You might be surprised. The artist is right here.” He looked at me and smiled gently.Becky exclaimed, “You painted it! It looks great! It’s so restful and just pulls my eye to look at it.”John said, “I’m now officially impressed. You’re a very good painter. I would like for Pam to meet you soon. She will like you.”I said, “I would enjoy meeting her also, John.” I turned to Jack. “I should be going. I’m sure. By now, I had no problem with the arrangement. I'd been guilty after the first night. And sore. I wanted to forget it. I was embarrassed that I'd done sex stuff with a man. If any of my friends found out I'd die. But I couldn't forget it. And I began thinking about how some of it had been quite nice.Slowly, over a few weeks, I started to wonder if I'd enjoy another round with him. It became a regular jerk-off fantasy. But my shame stopped me from contacting him and I thought that was the end of. My eyes looking over at his strict form whilst he does so. During this, I heard him mutter dirty, disregarding words upon me.. "Slut, whore..." which just made me moist even further in my panties until they were completely soaked...His hand moving towards my mound, rubbing over my panties and commenting on how wet I was.. His thumb rubbing teasingly over the hardening, swollen clit.. His face coming towards it, in-between my legs as he begins to sniff in such a pervy way.. Sending shivers down.