I was in the kitchen making coffee when I heard his car pull up."I'm home," he shouted as he dropped his briefcase and hung his coat up."I'm just maki...g coffee, I'll bring it through."I heard him walk into the lounge and then the unmistakable sound of him falling onto the sofa. I carried the coffees through and sat down opposite him,"Rough day?" I asked."Just the usual, how about you?" I had an odd day, your secretary called me this morning." Mary called you, what for?" She wanted to meet for. I opened the door to my room and Stacia rushed inside. Her cheeks were red but she was smiling. The slut was exhilarated."Really, who are you?" she asked."I'm the man who knows how many vibrators you hide in the bottom drawer of your dresser. I'm the man who knows about the group cyber fuck you had online. I'm the one who knows how many humiliation stories you read online and how badly you wanted to be the slut in those stories." How?" she asked with something like hope in her eye.I cupped one. She was about eight years younger than me. She was a little short thing; thin, wispy even, smaller than any of us. She was always very quiet, more so the last few years. The funny thing about her is she did not look anything like us; any of us. She looked like this very old picture of a relative that came over from Ireland back during the potato famine and that was one hell of a long time ago.First, she is small, like I said. Then she has the very pale skin and bright red freckles. Her eyes are. Following her statement there were no more words. My wife took my daughter's trembling hands and placed them against the lump in my pants. She moved her hands up and down against my throbbing erection, and my eyes were glued to her breasts the entire time. My wife stood up behind me, and ran her hands over my shoulders."She is beautiful," she whispered into my ear as she ran her tongue along my ear lobe."Just like her mother," I replied as my wife moved her lips to my neck, and her hands slid.