I invite her in. I sit her down on the couch. Her shirt is clinging to her chest and I can just about see her hard nipples coming through the shirt. I...offer her a towel to dry her hair, she accepts it and I also offer her a dressing gown.I went to the bathroom to pick up the gown and returned to the living room. I walk in and see the woman standing there completely naked, her clothes d****d over the radiator. She was rubbing herself down with the towel. Gently brushing it over her now fully. We were both a bit of a mess, the Married Guy had my cum all through his chest hair and my white AussieBum speedos had cum residue all over the front of them.I told the Married Guy to have a quick shower while I poured another drink.Drink in hand I walked into the shower, which is pretty tiny, just as Married Guy was getting out of the shower now without my cum on his chest. I handed him his drink and told him I’d get him some dry speedos. I had thought about this before he arrived and I gave. Even men who wandered, I thought, must have that one woman they’d always see as better than all the rest, the one they’d never get tired of fucking and seeing, of being with. I wanted to be that for someone.But my daddy couldn’t be that man for me, despite me starting to feel a different kind of something when it came to him, something entirely forbidden. My mattress dipped and then, before I could react, daddy was on top of me, breathing heavily. He smelled of alcohol and of man, the real. I shift a bit in my seat, to accommodate my growing cock. “That will more than suffice, Gil” she answers, with a slight quiver in her voice. I chuckle as I lift the glass of scotch to my mouth and take a sip. I place the glass back on the bar keeping my hand around the glass. Sarah’s eyes dart to my hand. She reaches over and moves the glass out of my hand, placing her right palm against the palm of my right hand. She pulls my hand onto her lap and lowers her head, her eyes widen as she studies.