Most of them had passed out anyway and John staggered to bed work the next dayhadn?t been in his head since he stepped off the garden that afternoon. ...?????????? Thenext day John finally got his muscles to move when it came to the point ofgoing for a piss or wetting the bed. After getting up he surveyed the damage itwasn?t so bad mostly beer bottles and pizza boxes he could clean it up he had amonth his parents would never know beside he figured this would be a regularevent now him and his. Slowly, my labia parted, my finger getting coated with sticky stimulation that had formed there earlier, along with renewed wetness. I looked up and my daddy was steadily watching me pet my kitty. At that moment, it felt normal to have daddy watch me. There was a new sensation inside me from being watched. It was an exhilaration of being enjoyed without being touched by the one watching. It did not matter that it was my daddy watching me. The feeling stinging my body told me I would have the. We were arguing over the least little thing and our relationship was getting a bit frosty and I knew it was all due to her sexual frustration. By the end of that week my dick had recovered somewhat and we were back to having sex three and sometimes four time a week, but that wasn't near enough for Mary Ellen. I love her dearly and I did not want to lose her, but our marriage was not going to survive if the fighting continued. So one night I told her that she was going to have to find herself a. "Try this", he said as he handed it to me. I squeezed some lotion onto the palm of my hand while he sat down next to me on my bed. I wrapped my hand around his cock again and spread the lotion all over it, it felt slippery to me and I could see how pleasant it was for him because his eyes were half closed and a sigh escaped his lips as I did so. I started moving my hand up and down his shaft again and it went easier this time, the lotion eliminating part of the friction. He let me play and.