I notice my wife not hanging around the hostess as usual. As the drinks flow, my wife is in the formal living room talking to another old friend, the ...ew liberal girl, and another lady-acquaintance. The four of them were enjoying their red wine, laughing, having fun. It was great seeing that, as my wife is 15 years bored with the host and hostess. I walk near the conversation and could tell they were talking about going wine tasting. So I step in and introduce myself into the conversation and. “Everything alright?” I probed, trying to figure out what was going on in her head. The problem was that I couldn’t think of a way to find out exactly what was wrong. I had a good idea, but I didn’t know for sure.“I’m fine Dad.” Kara said uncomfortably, fidgeting on the spot and blushing some more. She turned and started up the stairs to her room. “Sorry, I’ve got a few things I need to do.”I watched my daughter leave, frowning after her. That was unproductive - what to do?I went into the. Her pussy was tight and he told her so. He also told her that he would change that. He pulled out a little with each stroke, lubing his huge cock with her pussy juice. Then he slid back into her, giving her a little more of it with each stroke. Chris began to grunt each time he pushed into her. She felt her pussy beginning to stretch and open up for him. Despite her resolve she groaned and said," It's so big... So fucking big...Please Mike Joe will feel how stretched out I am." Her remark. Soon I felt my orgasm coming on. It started out small, somewhere in the pit of my stomach, and built up into a crescendo until I wrapped my arms around my father’s back, wrapped my legs around his butt, and whispered back at him that I loved him too. For a moment he was silent then he asked me how long I had been awake. I told him that the drug had started working a week ago but that this was the first time that I been awake for the whole thing. He kissed me on the lips and thanked me for the.