I broke the kiss, and started kissing down her face, went up her neck, and nibbled on her earlobe.She gasped. "Oh, sweetie, do that again," she squeal...d. So, I did. I nibbled on her earlobe for a good five minute as she started panting and gasping, and her nipple got rock-hard under my hand. "Oh, that makes me tingle all over," she said."Yeah, I can tell," I whispered with a laugh as I ran a thumb over her nipple.She giggled back. "What made you think of this?" she asked as I continued on her. With Steve's eyes fixed on her, she took a breast in one hand and slipped her other hand into her panties. The look on her dad's face while she worked her fingers into her pussy was making her wetter and wetter. She unfastened the garters and pushed the belt and her panties off. She put her feet on the edge of the sofa, spread her thighs, and returned her fingers to where they were. She was fucking herself hard and could feel the wetness running down into her butt.Looking across, seeing her. She met me at the door and accepted the wine with a gracious smile and a "Welcome to my house." There was the delectable aroma of roast beef emanating from the kitchen, but it wasn't anywhere it as near delectable as the essence of perfume emanating from her. I fought back the urge to reach out and take her in my arms.Instead I said, "Thank you very much for having me."Perhaps it was the choice of words with the unintentional double meaning, but she gave me a funny little sideways smile and. ."Well, as I said, it was time for revolt. I mean, I can put two and two together and come up with trouble as well as the next guy, and I did. In spades.Women when they get together, well they talk. And their talk is not all about the weather. Luckily, my wife has shared with me some of that talk. There is a gal whose husband is OCD. In the time they have been married they have had sex all of less than a dozen times according to my wife. This gal is going nutty! Who would blame her. An OCD.