‘What are you doing?’ his voice skipped off into the sound of the hushing trees. However, I was not able to reply. My hand swept down into the col...ured paste, the same colour that his skin radiated. Willingly, I traced a line of this paste onto either side of my face. My cheeks blushing, burning underneath the colour I knew to be his, and all he could do, was watch in confusion. I picked up a second world of colour, one to match my own, and handed it to him. He took the world hesitantly and we. Paul Stanford was a naturally gifted strategic thinker. He knew instinctively that this would be the best time to leave her. He would obviously meet beautiful woman in New York and he could easily afford to send her alimony back in Missouri. They had bought the house with money he had made in bonuses and Paul did not mind giving it to her. His best earning years were in front of him he was very sure. Paul and Melissa had no kids and he knew that leaving her before he took the new job would. ..He had forgotten to close the door, so I thought it would be no harm if I was to peak inside. That decision to look, to engage my curiosity, was the most earth-shattering I ever made.There she was, straddling him as if he was a mechanical bull. He was certainly moving like one, thrusting into Emily like there was no tomorrow. My father was fucking my girlfriend. It occurred to me only seconds later the gravity of that sentence...My father was fucking my girlfriend!I crept further in, tilting. We had been emailing back and forth there for a few weeks. Finally, circumstances arose on an afternoon last week whereby we could meet in person. The coffee shop was crowded so we went to sit in his truck.The conversation turned to sex pretty fast owing to each of us being horny and deprived of sex in our lack-of-sex marriages.Our horny talk soon had boners rising in each of our pants. We sat in the front seat and groped each other for a few minutes. We had to stop when we got too close to.