People were looking at meand smiling. I got a hard on. More and more people were smiling at me,and pointing, and whispering to each other. I was breat...ing heavy,really enjoying the way the panties slid against my raging member as Iwalked. The crowd parted and there she was, smiling at me. I was reallythrobbing now!She embraced me and whispered to me. "How does it feel to wearpanties?"I tried not to say anything, but replied against my will. "Wonderful!"I whispered back as I filled those. ‘So, how about it?’‘But we’re finished. We were getting dangerously close to doing something foolish.’‘I know, but I miss you, and right now I want you so much.’‘Well, we can’t disappear to your house and bang in the New Year.’‘I know, but we could do it here.’‘In the kitchen?’‘Yeah, Think about it, with your wife just feet away upstairs, that would be fantastic. We’ll hear anyone coming down the stairs. With your kilt and me with no knickers, it’ll be dead easy. Maybe I’ll scream your name as. You'd hear some shouts, and boom, more armed men to dig and cut trees. She suspected this would be the last one for the day. The sun was getting low, the cooking fires coming up. Others on the road would be making camp.Raising her arms, she stretched her fingers. They hurt. Her hands weren't blistering, Thank Mary, but only because the last couple days had toughened them. The feel of Dad's hands came to her, his large fingers both rough yet worn smooth. She felt her left hand. Not the same."I. "Daddy! Please, NO!" Sandy had managed to scream one last time when it finally penetrated my inebriated mind what I was doing."Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Apologies flew out of my drunken mouth as I let my frightened daughter free from my grasp.I quickly made a hasty retreat to my bedroom, all the while apologizing.As drunk as I was, it was hard to get to sleep as I tried to understand how I had lost control so badly. Of course, I'd been without sex for months, ever since my wife had deserted.