I could feel her amazing tits pressing against my lower chest and they felt spectacular. Our hug lasted a little longer than what might be considered ...ustomary, and that point did not go unnoticed by my wife.We had just gotten our drinks when Betty brought a good looking guy around to introduce to me. "Jim, this is Will. He started at our work a couple weeks ahead of me, but everyone treats him likes he's been there years. He's our company's newest star."I shook hands with the creep. He was. "So what time did the party end?" I don't remember exactly. I got home about a quarter-to-ten. I read your note and knew the kids would be in bed. You should have stayed. It was interesting." No, I couldn't. I don't know you anymore. It seems as if the person I married has left me." Dirk, I love you, but you better loosen up or I may be the one to really leave. Oh, I don't mean that, but I never have any fun anymore." We never did decide who was going to pay for this kid you are carrying." Oh. ”“That’s terrible”, he said. “But I could be your Daddy!”“I’m confused. What does that mean?”“A pimp is really a Daddy to his girls. He looks after them, he cares for them. He ensures that they have pretty clothes and the best food and the best drugs and booze. Does that sound good to you?”“Yes, but we’re both anonymous. How could that work?”“Well, for the time being, I could be your virtual Daddy until you decide you want to meet me. Would you like that Daisy?”Daisy pondered, “It would be so. I wanted to know what had happened between she and Barbara. She wanted to know why I hadn’t rung, had anything happened between my wife and I. I wanted to tell her about Julia’s trip away the following week. That piece of news really stopped the conversation dead, she sat there, a forkful of food halfway to her mouth, staring at me, disbelief in her eyes. ‘Away for the week, and you want me to come over?’ ‘Yes, will you?’ Helen dropped her fork, leaned across the table and kissed me. ‘Will I?.