I sat down on the bed. He leaned over me, still kissing whatever his lips could touch, my lips, my ears, my collarbone, my cleavage, my nipples, my be...ly. Kneeling between my legs, he shredded my pantyhose, exposing my extremely damp panties, and letting my scent loose, making him groan with lust. Peeling them off, over my knees and leaving them dangle on my left ankle, he smiled up at me. “So pretty!” he said, making me blush. I’ve been told by lots of men, that I was pretty, but never by. You always seemed so happily married. He laughed again, I was, He answered with a smile, I’m not exclusively gay, I’m a sexual being, I like men and women, I like them old and young, small and large, short and tall. I like sex, he said, I just like cumming off. Your aunt, my wife and I were swingers, we belonged to various sex clubs over the years of our marriage, we had no c***dren to anchor us and so we engaged in sex with other couples. Of course that led to same sex sex as most swingers are. I would start play as a polyglot with an impressive six languages under his belt. If I were a Mage, I could cast up to 8th level spells, and had a 75% to learn a given spell. My maximum number of spell per level was 14.My Wisdom was comparable to my Strength, being similarly mediocre, granting me only a single additional 1st level spell per day if I was to become a Cleric.Of the AD&D Ability Scores, Charisma was the red-headed stepchild, always neglected except for the absurd scores needed to. Our tongues started swirling together. I couldn't believe the feelings that were flooding through me. Part of me knew this was wrong, but it just felt so good, I couldn't stop. By this time, I had a raging hard on.After kissing for a bit, she whispered, "Daddy I want to make you feel good again. I want to do for you what mom did." With that, she lifted her t-shirt up over her head. There was my Lexi, looking at me anxiously, with her little perky breasts exposed for me.I couldn't stop.