“I see,” the black haired Latino said to me as she walked around me. Stopping behind me she wrapped her arms around my back and reached toward my ...ard on grabbing it with her hands she asked. “Well if you weren’t looking than why do you have a hard on?”“I may have peeked a little,” I replied not noticing as the sandy blond haired Latino approached me with her pants down and eight and a half inch rock hard cock in her hands as she jerked herself off.“I see well why don’t you get on your knees. While Charles argued with the ambulance driver over whether or not he could ride in the back with me, I locked eyes with my protector. He sat on the curb barely ten feet away, a paramedic cleaning the wound on his head. I had expected him to be surrounded by a similar swarm of reporters, but no one seemed to be paying him any attention. The only person anywhere in his vicinity besides the paramedic was a surly man in an identical guard uniform talking on a phone and pacing, a man clearly. Now that would be hot.Kelsey came over to me with a smile. She had an armful of clothes to try on.“Dad, I gonna try some of this stuff on in the fitting room.”I had this absolute hard-on. I watched Kelsey tight little ass as she walked toward the dressing room.“Dad, what are you doing this is the women’s dressing rooms. I am going to try these clothes on.”“I pushed her along the corridor of the ladies dressing rooms. The store was quiet so the doors were open and empty. “Dad, what are you. I saw her in "truth or dare" a few more times, and in "at home for dares" which definitely made me curious what she was up to. But I didn't have the courage myself to inquire about it. Or the better part of discretion won out, at least for a while.Several weeks later, however, I was in a lonely (read: horny) mood and when I saw her in a new chatroom (something like "bored and braless" this time), I couldn't resist. Admittedly, the several glasses of wine I'd had didn't help with my sense of.