I raised my arms, one at a time, turning around, changing position, letting him see from all angles. His eyes were glued to my armpits.I raised both a...ms, bending and twisting. I could see he was sitting somewhat uncomfortable. "Make yourself at home", I said. "It's your home after all. If something is calling for attention, let it out."He looked really amazed: "Sure? Gee, thanks!"And he opened his trousers, pulled out his manlihood with a couple of fingers. He sure was turned on, real bad. Or. “Yes daddy.” I said rather meekly. “Your bed is more comfortable.” All I got was a chuckle in response. Things didn’t get any better that day. I tried to go to the bathroom by myself, with disastrous results. Trying to maneuver myself onto the toilet, I slipped and fell then found that I couldn’t get up and my father had to rescue me, luckily, he hadn’t left for work. Now I was totally dependent on him but he took it all with good graces, however, I did notice his eyes seemed to find their way. .moving ahead here as the party is winding down…Billy comes over to me and asks if I can drop off Carol as Ann picked her up and she needs a ride home….he offers to let me drive his Benz to sweeten up just so I can make sure I take Carol home…In the car the conversation remained flirty..I told Carol what nice legs she had and if she was ever a dancer herself…she said no….she does yoga and walk a lot….I would have never guessed either of those but I got things back around why she never tried. My dick shouldn’t have stopped working yet, should it?”“Nope, it shouldn’t have stopped working. But, no worries, I’m confident I can help you fix it,” she grinned.I decided to trust her. After all, just by sitting next to me, she had me semi-hard. And, I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.“Honestly, I could probably go on limping along, no pun intended, but I feel like my wife deserves a man who can fuck her the way I used to,” I blurted out. I figured it was silly to hold back if I.