Oh my god, was it ever."C'mon, baby, get your hand around...there you go.[...okay. Bounce in the chair a little, play with yourself a little, jack Cec...l's dick a little. Talk to me about it. We aren't going to have fucking sex today, but that doesn't mean no sex is gonna happen''.I was bouncing in the chair, pussy turned up, one hand on him, one on me looking at this lovely naked man, a man I had wanted since I knew how to think. I thought that if I came up with the right words, he might get. “Elise, I would be a liar if I said that last night the same thing didn’t happen to me. I noticed your amazing figure in the restaurant and couldn't stop thinking about you. I still can't stop thinking about you, but it's so wrong.” My daughter giggled before guiding me to sit down on the couch next to her. “It's obvious we both fucking want each other dad. There's no denying that now, and I want us to continue this. But dad...” She paused a moment as she ran her hand up my leg and left it. * When Saturday afternoon arrived, we took the Honda to Las Vegas. We had decided to meet Gus and Bernice at the Filazio Restaurant for dinner before heading over to the casino. Not having been able to get tickets to a good show on such late notice, we planned on spending the night gambling. We arrived almost simultaneously, and with lots of hugs and small talk, we waited until we were seated at our table. Gus and I ordered steak dinners and Bernice and Debbie ordered seafood. Deb then changed. We sink into the brown leather couch. She hovers a moment, then flits away. The room is stately with a dark oak desk and certificates framed in black hanging on the wall. I actually feel like we’re in the office of a real doctor. I hope the atmosphere has put Janet’s mind at ease. Ultimately, she’s the one who has to buy into all this. I peek in her direction. She’s captivated by a miasmatic light on Mesmer’s desk, some multi-colored cousin of the lava lamp. I glance at it myself and am.