”“And the second was late-night Champagne.”“That’s right. I also remember you telling me to stop worrying about my erection, which of course...made me worry about it the entire time.”“Not that you’ll be surprised to hear this,” she admitted, “but once I felt it pressing into my back, I was horny for the rest of the night. In fact, when I got home I quietly snuck into my office and took care of myself a few times before going to bed. And I might as well share another secret: I came pretty close to. We were both a bit lethargic from all that L-Tryptophan and just sat companionably gazing into the fire.For some reason my mind wandered back to my high school days, maybe it was just being home, but thoughts popped into my head of growing up and of our family. Being the youngest daughter I had always been the "daddy's girl" in the family.I loved my dad, maybe more than most daughters did, because (I know this will sound strange) I had reoccurring thoughts about what it would be like to make. They were already constructing a drive through guard station over there. The two fencing crews had started on either side of the new gate they had installed, and were going in opposite directions away from the bridge, one south along the river road, the other one north ... setting steel posts in concrete.There was a steady flight of helicopters landing and taking off as they dropped off supplies. There was what appeared to be a convoy of military trucks with construction equipment, unloading. . I slowly looked down...at her breasts, her belly, her hand which was still slowly rubbing my cock, and I saw the blonde's hand entering my pants, while I was feeling her touch. I looked up at her pretty face, and there was nothing but lust in her eyes. I then looked back at the brunette, and as I was looking in her eyes, I thought to my self: "you want me to fuck you, bitch? come here, I'll erase that fucking smile of your face". I think she picked up on that, because suddenly her smile was.