He had only been gone a day and already his absence had her reaching for it in their toy drawer. She missed him, missed his scent and the feel of his ...ands on her; he had promised to be home by New Year’s.Her hands dip behind the jewel to the tiny o-ring that dangles behind it. She drags the longer chain suspended from the ring through her hands until she reaches the last clamp, swinging loose. Bending forward slightly, she finds her clit with her fingers and attaches the final clamp, wincing. . shall we say, at odds right now." Yeah," she said, "I know about that."My eyebrows rose. "Come again?"She leaned forward on both elbows, and said, "Jeff, I don't want to embarrass you, but your windows were open last night." Oh, shit," I muttered. "I'll bet the whole neighborhood heard us. Shit..."She patted my hand, laughing lightly. "I don't think so," she said soothingly. "Your window," she pointed, "opens on this side of my house. I could hear what was being said, but not completely. The deluge of spunk was so incredible that try as I might, I was totally unable to swallow it all.After I arose, my t-shirt was covered with cum and muck. Jokingly, Bob then ran his hand over his dick before smearing the additional muck on my garment.“That was the best blowjob I have ever had,” Bob then announced with a smile.Before I could even respond, Bob excitedly asked to see all the photos I had taken. After extracting the data chip from my camera, I inserted it into my computer. After. The underwear perhaps may simply be a generalized symbol representing all females, not necessarily his daughter. But it sounds fucked up to me.’‘A father using his daughter’s underwear, that’s like so fucking gross.’Now even though many people would find the behavior to be gross, the term “gross” actually means ‘to the naked eye,’ so that opinion was from someone who did not even know the English language.After a few more of those helpful insights, I reached out to a mentor I had studied with.