He kept the lists and notes and appointments and budgets.' The heavy leather-bound journals, the University's crest stamped on their covers, now lived...on the bottom two shelves in her grandmother's hall cupboard. Before the old man had belonged to the past. Now Alison wanted to know him. She pulled out a volume at random and let it open where it wanted. The pages were thick, three or four times as thick as typing paper, and pale, pale blue. Sequential numbers were stamped in the top outside. He needed to take them off. He was naked before I finishedspeaking. So I take a few more pics, and then tell him I have somethingfor him to try on. And since I was willing to wear my pantyhose forhim, its only fair that he wear something sexy for me. His eyes werehalf glazed over by this time. So I go to my goody room and grab thewhite canvas straight jacket. I show it to him, he didn't have theslightest idea what it was, but he was so wasted and horny, anythingwent. I slide it on his. Before long I was strumming away on my clit, fingering my pussy waves of orgasms rushed over me. I was in a world of my own, my pussy juices flowing from me. The film was playing my eyes shut I was imagining that it was me and daddy in the film. I hadn’t heard the door open or even daddy come up the stairs, but as I opened my eyes there was daddy standing next to the bed with the hugest bulge in trousers I had ever seen before. I looked at daddy, looked back to the film still playing in the. “Huh? What mission? Making me miss the reruns of Days of Our Lives?” I said.“No, no,” she said. “No, I’ve come here to talk to you long and deep, and...”“And?” I said.“Well, and to fuck your eyes out,” she said. I stared. I stared hard. I stared at her.“Huh?” I said.“Jim, I know you’ve been, well, without for a long long time, and it’s my fault. You need to let me make amends, at least a little bit,” she said.“A mercy fuck for me? A pity fuck for me? Gee, I can’t tell you how turned on I am to.