I also felt a morning erection. I quite liked the prospect of making love to Sia in the morning. Would she be too sore? Where was she? The bed was emp...y.“Morning, Dad,” she said with a shy smile, her mismatched eyes studying me as she came out of the bathroom wearing a thick white terry robe. Tendrils of hair had escaped her ponytail to frame her face. She looked so sweet.“You better get up. It’s six-thirty.”“So?”She gave another shy smile. “It’s Monday.”Oh shit!In the rush to get to work, I. "OK, you have one minute to get out of there. If you don't, you lose," Jack stated coldly and walked over to Jess."Wasn't that a bit harsh?" Jess asked thinking how she would have felt if Jack had talked to her that way."Maybe, but he needed to focus instead of flailing around like a two year old throwing a tantrum. Besides, he's not likely to get up and if he does, all you have to do is nudge him with that pipe and he'll go down again. You've won, he just hasn't figured it out yet." You can be. Getting filled full of baby juice like that a couple of times a day is fun, but it doesn't leave much time to sweep, and mop, and wash dishes, and do laundry, and all those things that Sidney has been so wonderful about. When he comes to bed at night it's often after midnight and my sweet hubby is just exhausted. He smiles at me wistfully, seeing Darrell's cum leaking from around the tampon I use to plug myself, and I know he'd like to fuck me, or at least try. But that wouldn't be right, would. The idea was absurd enough to make me laugh. She was trying to help and I couldn’t be angry about that. For that matter, other than being left high and dry, Alyssa tried to help too. “What’s that?” I asked.She eased the door open and held something out for me. “I’m not sure how well it’ll fit, but it was your Dad’s.”My emotions shifted gears again and I suddenly felt a touch stupid and very thankful. I took the robe, pulled it on, and found that though I had bigger feet than Dad, he and I had.