’ I reach behind my head and put my hand in his hair. I feel his face slide into the curve of my neck, smell his sweet breath on my face, feel the h...at of his body up against mine. The stillness of the room makes me think I can hear his heart beat, the electricity between our bodies makes me think I can keep my eyes closed and become part of him. I hear a whispered song from the radio and let the words hit my heart, word after word… ‘Spent enough time in your arms to know… just where I wanna. I googled the location and saw that it was a heavily forested area with potential for me to at least witness things from a distance, and it was somewhere I could get to before them. I told her to go ahead and make her plans but to let me know if anything changed before then, but that I had one stipulation. I wanted her to phone me from her cell phone and to leave the phone connected so that I could listen. She agreed and thanked me and said she was running to the shower to shave her pussy for. Think about what I am going to do to you after!” About 15 minutes passed, when I received the following text message from her. “Scared, this could be it.” We had fantasized about her having full blown sex with other men, after she had touched a few strange cocks in bookshops, and had ended up in a hotel room with a dude, made him cum twice, and made a strange dude cum in a movie, but did not go the full way because she felt that she was cheating on me. We had both discussed and agreed that she. Obviously, she's still pissed off about two different things now. Finally after a waaay too long uncomfortable silence. She blurted out:“So, Alan, how did it feel to make out with your own horny daughter?”“Ashley, I was terribly drunk last night and I wanted to make Sierra happy," at least his first sentence could be the truth. "I love you both and have suspected for quite a while you were girlfriends, and that is fine with me. So I am sorry for coming between you like that, but it honestly.