My desire just as quickly overruled any guilt I felt though. "But I loved it, Daddy. I want you to know that. I loved touching you. I loved you touchi...g me. I loved it all." I loved it too, baby girl," he stated. "But..." But what?" I should've had more control over my..." he stopped and looked down at his lap. He almost blushed as he finished saying, "my urges."His cock had become very hard in the short time I had been standing so closely in front of him. I badly wanted to play with that cock. We walked out to the car, she had a large drink still in her hand and was chugging it. As I drove her home, I noticed that when Mrs. Winston sat down in the car, she had not got her skirt pulled down and was showing the lacy tops of her hose which I found to be a major turn on. She was much more talkative too. Her name as Victoria Winston and she had been married for a long time and her husband was out of town and spent a lot of time out of town. She was getting drunker by the mile. I pulled. Once, twice, three times the tongue danced, then dipped and muscled its way into the tight portal with a hot searing muscular tip, generating an excruciating intense feeling as Rhonda felt the tip penetrate her opening, withdraw, then penetrate even deeper than before, finally bringing Rhonda back to the reality of what this beast was doing.Reality hit like a bolt of lightening when she caught a side-glance of his body, locking her eyes on it like a laser, seeing a very scarily large massive. I didn’t have much of a history with Trish and our friends from the hospital, but it was longer and deeper than those in Sale. It would be a wrench to leave them. From my point of view, Trish was beautiful, physically as well as mentally and emotionally, we were certainly sexually highly compatible and it wasn’t just lust. We communicated intimately at every level. So why didn’t I make my future with her? I loved her, I was in love with her. What was the problem with settling with her? Of.