I then tried to picture Beth in her panties. I then tried to think of ways to catch Beth without cloths on, walking into the bathroom, her bedroom, so...ething. By the time I had gotten home I was disgusted with myself for having these thoughts about my own daughter, but my dick was hard as a rock. As I walked in the house Beth was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She smiled and asked, “How was your golf game daddy?” “Oh, it was alright, but I’m all sweaty and need to take a shower. I’ll be back. I jumped back a little in reaction, but she snuggled even closer to me, and cooed some soft nothings that I was unable to process in my overloaded brain. She soothed me and giggled softly, as she slowly untied my robe, and d****d it open for the entire world to see. And there it was. My vulnerable friend was up and standing at the ready, practically begging for attention. I felt the first flash go off in my eyes, but before long I was oblivious to Harry’s camera work. Rachel bent over my lap,. I was outside waiting for my wife, and watching Pat, and Omar leave. She slowly stubbed out of the bar, and soon we were home. As I put my wife to sl**p, she whispered this “i am sorry, I got horny and sucked Omar’s cock, then he fucked me in his truck”. She went on to say that she was looking for me, but I was dancing with miss hotty, so she just took him to feed her need. I should have been upset, and I was, but I let her slept with a feeling of getting even. Now I knew I had no chance with. Eating her out, her sucking me, watching the other guy or girl make her cum or whatever OTHER play will get me back in the game almost immediately.butGive me a butterd bun, or cream pie an already cum filled pussy or ass and I can fuck it all night, cum repeatedly and often...It's not a psych out thing at all, it's a consistency thing.. If I cum in a slippery dripping hole, it keeps feeling the same as it did when I got there.++++To me it's a matter of friction.. I can stay hard and keep going,.