I was totally succumbing to the delicious feelings of the fondling and decided it was best for my game and paused my actions and just lay still and en...oy."Are you enjoying this Tyla? Daddy just got home and he's horny." I heard her father whisper. "Do you want Daddy to plug his game controller in?" I was shocked hearing his words, but unable to say anything. Knowing that with my hoodie pulled up, he was unaware that it was his daughter's friend he had been fondling and now was about to fuck. That when she's not home I wander around the house in women's clothing, and that's the woman our neighbor saw." Then we're off the hook, lover! She doesn't suspect us. What's your problem with that? Eh? Cary?" She's out of town until tomorrow night." So?" She told me she wants me to greet her when she returns wearing 'all my finery,' she says. 'Make yourself as pretty as you can be,' she told me. 'Maybe we'll go out for dinner and maybe we won't. That depends on whether you're passable. . Maybe, today, he really was coming home to her. Perhaps by some miracle this time she might have come to understand his love for her.He looked out his window as the aircraft descended; his heart filled with hope. Hope that she would accept his love.What can I do to make you love me?What can I do to make you care?What can I say to make you feel this?What can I do to get you there?She stared restlessly at the list of arrivals, impatient for his plane to land. She sat down again, her hands. Something about the line of pressure curving over her anus and labia. His thumb stimulating her ass. “And what are you thinking,” he said—a soft, whiskey baritone, his lips just above the whorl of her ear. ****** But she couldn’t speak at that moment. She usually found that there were more images than there were words for, a whole collage of their affair, instances overlapping and separate encounters sometimes blending into semi-fictional scenes—things that happened adumbrated by one or two.