She didn’t need to forgive me, but it wasn’t Daisy I needed to show that I was a changed man, so I didn’t have to deal with her shit. I couldn�...t exactly do that with Molly there.Molly chuckled in return. “Um, no, I actually wanted to talk to you.” She pointed to Daisy.“Me?” Daisy asked in her innocent thirteen-year-old voice.“Yup. Your butt, upstairs. Dad saw I was doing the dishes and wants you to do them for a change.”“But Molly.” Daisy whined. “I do them all the time when you’re not here.. So I was horny.Ok, this horny guy, that is me, was travelling from Kerala to Chennai. I boarded the train from Trichur in the night train and it was a First class compartment of four berths. Yes, there was first class compartments, those days. Around 9 pm, the reached the next station,palakkad and a couple got in. The man was around 60 and was fat and also looking sick. The lady was in her early 50s or late 40s. She was fair with a well endowed body.They tried to have small conversation me but. As I recovered from the best orgasm in a long, long time, I gasped at what had turned the tide, so to speak. I couldn't believe it was my son replacing his father in the dream. I couldn't believe how hot and bothered it had made me both during the fantasy and what I saw him doing earlier today. After some thought, I realized it was a mixture of exhaustion, loneliness, missing Jake and shocked at seeing my son in such an intimate act. Comfortable with my conclusion, I drifted to sleep and had. " Why thank you, Jean. I like your dress," Terry said as he walked through the door. He felt her eyes boring into his back as he strolled down the corridor to Gail's desk. "Morning, Gail," he said. "Sleep well last night?"She followed him into his office and closed the door behind them. They locked in a tight embrace, sharing a passionate kiss that neither wanted to end. When they finally broke off the clinch, their makeup and hair were a mess. Gail went to work on Terry, and he did the best he.