Now I didn't know what to do again. Ithought after the kissing she would settle down for a little while. Shewas settling down all right, settling onto...her knees. She was goingdown on him with me sitting right there. Dave's head lolled back as hereached down and ran his fingers through her hair.From the position I really couldn't see anything except her head slowlybobbing up and down in his lap. I downed the rest of my wine but darednot get up.Dave opened his eyes, barely, but enough that I knew. Yes I did have a fetish for sissy and girlish things, but never ever in my wildest imagination wanted my girls to know about it... and now here I was... being treated like a naughty little girl by my 18 year old daughter. What had I gotten myself into?She pulled me by the hand out of her bedroom. We stopped at the bathroom, where she soaped my legs, and began sliding a razor over them. I went to protest, but she gave me a look before I barely peeped. The hair on my legs was thin anyway...always. He was wearing jeans and a button up white dress shirt.He walked in, I told him to take his shirt off which he did.Then I told him to put his hands on the door he had just walked through, spread his legs and I was going to give him a pat down. Beefcake complied.I put my left hand on his shoulder, he was super ripped and super smooth. My right hand followed his spine all the way down his back to his jeans which had a belt. I traced his belt, counter clock wise around his torso, which was crazy. "I think we've met, you know." "Sorry, Harlan, I just hadn't recognized the back of your head is all,"I answered with a grin. "I was just wanting to check on theavailability of a simulator for me to work in tomorrow." "Wait one, please?" he asked, turning back to what he had been doing andspeaking into a microphone. "S'Okay, Sev. I've got the one you wantedloaded and ready to go now. Have at it." As I watched him flip a series of switches on the console behind thecounter I realized why he.