I felt sorry for daddy and since I was eighteen, I decided that maybe I could help.I knew that daddy had a vasectomy after I was born because the doct...r told him that if mom got pregnant again, it would kill her. He has a very strong sex drive and I knew of his stash of sex magazines he used to jerk off with. Even I knew it wasn't the same as having a sex with a woman. Lately, I've noticed daddy looking at my body more and more. Sometimes he enters my bedroom without knocking while I'm dressing. Though stuck in such a marriage she never regretted but was only thankful. Her husband loved her a lot and after failing to conceive a c***d, she lost her joy. Her husband made efforts for her to be cheerful and so brought her to such parties to get over. One day i was attending a friends birthday in a club and I saw Shandya there dancing out herself. I thought of greeting her but didn't as my presence might make her conscious. After an hour or so someone tapped my back. It was Shandya, she. “I would like to kiss you, yes.”“Like, kiss, kiss?”“Yes,” I said, my breath catching. Asking her to kiss excited me. I wanted to feel her soft lips against my soft lips. Her tongue mixing with mine, the way she mixed tongues with her father. I wanted to know what my husband experienced first-hand and it was the entire reason I brought her out here, mixing possibilities with a man, along with the possibilities of me.Emily turned her gaze from me, her head twisting slightly on her neck, her. She decided to follow them wherever they took her.The doorbell rang as Jenny stood at the oven checking on her lasagna dinner. It was her specialty and she knew that Tim would love it.Jenny left her bib apron on as she hurried to the door. Under her apron she had chosen to wear a skintight, flesh colored top that hugged her body like a second skin. The stretchy material was designed to be worn for exercising and she would have never worn it out in public, especially since her breasts were bare.