Locked. His heart thumped. The skin of his scrotum crawled. He waited until he thought he heard three steps. He hummed a little tune unsteadily and ig...ored a stifled gasp. He stood still, rubbing and humming for a few seconds, then slowly strolled from the shower area toward the open arch to the main bedroom. About halfway, he raised his head, saw his daughter, and gasped "Caitlin!" He dropped the towel in front of his crotch and stood stock still."S... s... sorry, Daddy! I thought you said. Girls, as it turned out.In retrospect, my interest in things sexual dated back to age five or so. I didn't know that it was sexual. I didn't know what sex was. What I did know was that I was interested in girls. Or more correctly, I was interested in girls' bodies. I knew it was forbidden and that made it all the more sexy. By age nine or ten I certainly knew about sex. By age twelve my interests and desires had progressed that, in recognition of my late physical development, I was alarmed that. “Miss Wells. Miss Holsinger. I’m afraid that leaves just me to escort you. May I have the honor of your company?” They each hooked a hand through my arm and we went to the limo. We picked up Bree and Sonia next. Sadly, Wendy had to work and couldn’t come to the gala. The two cheerleaders were stunning. I escorted one on each arm to the limo and they hugged it like they’d never let me go. Bree stumbled a bit on the way to the car and I chided her about wearing heels that were too high for her. I. Urgency overwhelming me, I had to have an orgasm, I moved away from my husband, leaned back and began riding my son's cock, while moving my hand to my clit.I was thankful the music was too loud for my husband to hear the sounds of sex behind him as I bounced on Cory's cock, desperate to orgasm.I could see the car stop in the distance, closed my eyes and rode and rubbed... and erupted."God," I moaned loudly, holding onto the word long enough that I assumed my husband would know I was coming.