Now, all at once I'm hungry. Do you suppose we can eat and talk about other things?" Uh, yeah, I think that's a good idea." I said.After our meal I wa... still feeling pretty stupid. I sure hoped Vicky wasn't taping our talk and didn't have some agenda of her own. You know though, I had enjoyed the meal with Vicky much more than other meal I had eaten recently. I didn't even mind the pre dinner conversation that much. For the first time in over a year I felt good about myself. Maybe it wasn't. We were happy or so I had thought but apparently it was only I who felt this happiness. Joan had been nothing but loving and affectionate towards me in recent months but this was a normal thing in our marriage. Where who and how did she manage to fuck around on me? These questions I had to have answered or I would never be able to have a nights rest. It was noon now as I glanced at my watch and I realised that it would be five hours before my DARLING wife was due home.At 5.15pm my wife strolled. I slept very little that night.----------------------------The morning came and as I awoke, guilt flooded me anew. Last night I fucked my 16 year old daughter and I couldn't deny that it was the greatest experience of my life. I wanted to blame the alcohol but I didn't even have the suspicion of a hangover.How would I face my angel this morning? I knew I hurt her deeply. Last night I heard her crying in her room for hours but I couldn't find the courage to be a father and comfort her. It wasn't. It’s taking more an more strength to maintain my composure and ignore it but eventually it stops ringing.I strip off and rub my tip up and down her glistening vulva. She tries to push back against it and impale herself on me. I pull back and slap her bottom so hard it echoes around the room. She yelps. “Not yet I’m still playing.” The phone vibrates. It’s a text message. I have a voice mail. I check the messege.“Hello ____” can you call me back please.”I call them back, the line is busy and.