She carefully set down her fork and took a deep breath.“There’s something I wanted to say. About when I fell for you. I mean! On you. When I fell ...n you,” she hastily corrected herself.“I, uh... well, I was so embarrassed I thought I would die. I’ve never been that embarrassed in my whole life.” She said bluntly. “But, at the same time...” She squeezed her hands into her lap, staring down at the remains of her salad.“But, at the same time...?” He prompted, looking puzzled.“At the same time. It. “Then I guess that’s- wait, what do you mean you aren’t available?”“Oh. Well, your future wife insisted on me to serve as joint maid-of-honor,” I explained.“Oh ... I see- ... no, wait, what the fuck?” Brent said, clearly baffled and shaking his head.I sighed. “Yeah. What the fuck, indeed, Brent. What the fuck, indeed.”- - - -Brent’s bachelor party was arranged first. Brent’s best-man Andre was a bit miffed at not being allowed to plan it but Jess convinced Brent that it would be in his, and the. I don't want us to create a situation that she wouldn't like."April smiled. "Okay, Dad. I still like her. She's a good teacher."I smiled back at her. "What do we need to do about supper tonight?" Let's have spaghetti tonight. I have hamburger in the fridge defrosted. I had you pick up some sauce in a bottle on Saturday. We can brown the hamburger and add sauce and let it simmer for a while. I can do that. Would you make a salad?" Sure honey. We worked steadily. I put the salad in the fridge to. It was kind of fun, having an audience. I originally started working at the glory hole to make sure I would remain anonymous. Having someone inside, watching me, gazing on my body and pleasuring himself was exhilarating. The fact that it was my dad made it even more thrilling. Why was that? What about this taboo scenario had me so riled up? Maybe it was because I knew I was bringing him a certain kind of happiness he hadn’t had in a long time. Maybe I was just a kinky horndog. As I swapped back.