Just because she's my best friend doesn't mean you can't be honest. Say it."I looked apologetically at Carbone. However, right now I could refuse my d...ughter nothing. "You, uh, look like a very hot young lady, Melissa." My daughter shook her head, eyeing me with disgust, giving her arm to Carbone. I went through the ritual of bending toward Melissa to offer her the negotiated kiss on the cheek. However, as soon as her father's back was turned, she planted a full, red-lipsticked kiss on my lips,. What I really wanted was to be fucked by dozens of men every day, in my mouth and pussy and ass...over and over again. I couldn't really do that, so I masturbated constantly. It wasn't unusual for me to make myself cum fifteen times a day and I was constantly fucking my pussy and my ass with toys and then licking them clean before putting them away. Even to this day, I almost always wear a butt plug during the day because I love the feeling of cock filling my ass and I want it all the time. . I knew what I felt about them but I had no intention my telling my daughter.“You must have an opinion on them, dad?”I smiled.“You like them don’t you?” she said. “I’ve seen men’s reactions. I know just how much they like them.”“I think we should change the subject,” I told her.She ignored me. “Would you like to see mine?”“Amy, I’m your dad!” I responded as she stood up.“You’re not my biological father. He fucked off when I was five!”She stood in front of me and I found my eyes looking at her. I just wanted to see what worked anyway. You never could tell, when they might chose me for a crippled old man version of naked and afraid.When the weekend was over, I left the campground. If they needed my site, I could have pulled Bertha off the site and parked it at the marina. The WIFI signal would hold up that far I suspected. Turned out that on a Monday morning there was no hurry for the space. I left an hour after lunch, which was at 2PM.I arrived home just about 5PM. Since I had stayed.