My wife agreed I may be right, and we both felt really bad for him. When he got back from the bathroom, us all being drunk, my wife asked him point bl...nk. She asked if he was planning to pick up any hookers there, and if he had ever done that in the past. Ashamed he nodded his head, and said he had been once before. My wife kind of gave him a disapproving look, and asked if he was worried about diseases, or some pimp, or getting robbed, etc. She was making good points, but it was making him. "Oh yeah, I can't wait to see that bad boy at full stretch." I stepped off the bed.I pulled up my skirt to show Ric the front of my panties and rubbed myself with my free hand."Wow, I'm wet already just thinking about your big cock."It twitched again and started to rise so I undid the button over my hip and as my skirt went down his cock came up.I crawled onto the bed like a predatory big cat, slow fluid movements so as not to spook my prey. While Ric was diverted by my hand cupping his balls. I suddenly became brave and undid the top of daddys cut-offs and unzipped them. His organ almost LEAPED out. MY GOD, ITS BEAUTIFUL!! I remember thinking. Misty, Misty, Misty…Oh god…Shit Daddy reached between my legs and touched me and I thought I would LEAVE THIS WORLD. As good as it had felt the times when I touched myself there, I wasnt EVEN prepared for what daddys finger felt like as it went into the opening of my pussy. Im not sure if I screamed or whimpered or cried or what…but I knew at. That relationship constituted most of her experience with men. Book club always turned to discussion of men and sex and Jennifer had little to contribute. While not a prude by any means, she was just to shy to have tried some of the things they discussed and now, with no one in her life had no opportunity. She was not turned off by their discussions but found her self having trouble relating-telling herself she could contribute more when she found a man to do things in bed with. Tonight though,.