My daughter took it in her hand. Meanwhile, my hand dug deeper into her shirt. I found her breasts. Sophie closed her eyes for a second, moaning li...htly as I started to fondle them and play with her nipples.“Daddy...”“Oh...Angel...” I moaned softly. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my daughter’s warm fingers wrap around my rigid flesh. They slid up and down, aided by the slick lubricant that was trickling profusely from the tip of my manly rod. “I don’t want to...” I stopped. Microwave beeped. Potatoes hot and hard. Turned ‘em over. Two more minutes at least. The bagged salad was ready to eat. Salad bowls full. “Sam, get out your favorite steak sauce and salad dressing.”“Sure thing Caro ... I mean sure thing Z.”He reached for a tissue to wipe tears. Seeing him sad like that brought tears to my eyes too.“It’s a good thing I didn’t cut onions or we would be out of tissues for sure.”I was surprised to hear myself saying that. But we both laughed so no harm, no foul, I. For the next few songs I watched as my usually reserved wife danced with Steph, Gloria, and Michelle. They were all laughing and having a good time. It was amazing to see Cindy relaxed and enjoying herself so much. I noticed that my bottle was empty, so I turned to the bartender and ordered another beer. As I was facing the bar, Gloria came up next to me and playfully bumped my shoulder."You are one lucky guy! Cindy is such a blast!" I raised my hand to catch the bartender's attention and. She had a three-day lay over in Chicago and she did not have any other fellowworkers to worry about checking up on her. This was a service and she had nothingto worry about. She was not going to go back to the hotel and do it by herself,she wanted and needed someone else, maybe even two or three people to be there,doing it, guiding her, encouraging her, forcing her. Yes, today she was notturning back. Very pretty young women opened the door and invited her in. "I am Amandaand I will be working.