He was wearing white underwear as I drew his cock out and stared at it, totally mesmerized. "Now stroke it," he said, as he placed my hand on his hard...cock. I wrapped my little girl hand around it, making a fist as his hand was now over mine, stroking it up and down, slowly. I was wondering about the friction of my hand, and if it felt good to him. I was also wondering why he was helping me. Was I was holding it correctly? Was my hand too small? Was I doing a good job?All this was new to me, as. I then had to go back round to the front to help her out of the dress by pulling the arms. As the dress fell forward I was presented with the awesome sight of Abi's very large breasts sitting on a platform of 2 cups that barely covered he nipples. I looked and said oh wow. She smiled and said glad you like what you see. Th dress dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it....what a stunning view...she was standing there in the basque with white silk stockings held up with a suspender belt,. I wasn't sure what to do, but my brain just threw out words."Daddy, were you just masturbating?" I asked, as we were still hugging."What, no, why would you ask me that?" he asked quickly, as he got off the bed quickly."You have a hard on," I told him.Then he seemed to be relived for some odd reason."Oh, yes, I was masturbating," he confessed."OK," I replied."I just haven't had sex in a few years, I gotta do something," he told me.I didn't notice at the time, but my robe became undone a little,. She wasn’t on the couch.Opening the French doors to let Ginger out, I said loudly, “Marissa?” to an apparently empty house. Was she still at the neighbors? Ginger looked at me questioningly as she crouched over the lawn to pee. “I guess your mistress isn’t here,” I told her.After the dog came back in, I found my phone and noticed right away that there were no messages before dialing my wife’s number. It immediately went to voicemail. “Shit!” I exclaimed; she’d obviously spent the night at.