He pulled my body toward him, now seated on the edge of the couch. I spun resting my hands on his shoulders as he slowly moved his hands from my sides...to my backside. I could feel his body steaming. His breath tickling my stomach and he leaned his head closer to me still.I gulped loudly as I trembled, full of nervous excitement, held sensually in another man’s hands.I felt the rough shadow of Nick’s facial hair touch against my smooth stomach as he leaned in to kiss my body.Before I could stop. One day while I was sitting in the living room my daughter came in from school. "Daddy, can I ask you a question?" Sure sweetheart" You promise you won't get mad at me for asking?" Why would I get mad?" Because it's about sex" Wouldn't it be better if you talked to your mother about that?" I tried to but she say's I'm to young to know, I don't think I'm to young, so will you tell me?" Well I guess I can, what do want to know?"As I sat there waiting to hear what she was going to ask I couldn't. “Mister Don,” she said, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but do you have time? I’d sure like to see Cindy’s Citation!”Like a fool, I said, “OK, Teresa. Let’s step out to the hangar.” We walked out the door, down the stairs, and into the hangar -- Wally gave me a questioning look, and I shrugged my shoulders. But, arriving at the CJ2, another “Squeal!” and she caressed its nose, then the side. She turned to me, and asked, “Mister Don, could we...”I said, “Sure, Teresa. Here, let me show you.” I. I helped her to her feet and we headed upstairs. I grabbed my overnight bag on the way up. At the top of the steps I found Mike's bedroom door ajar, with the overhead light in the room dark. Amy and I stepped inside and I flicked the light on.To our total shock, we found Brady Langdon, my left tackle, screwing Jenna Cummings. His big, white, hairy ass humping his dick into little Jenna. Brady twisted as he continued pumping away." What the fuck?" he growled."Sorry Brady," I answered. "I thought.