Adam e-mailed me her picture and her name about seven minutes after his daughter appeared in the world. With that name I knew that eventually she'd be...nicknamed Sam.My daughter Sam. She was beautiful. Fuck me! She'd never know who her father was. And if she ever did just how fucked up would that be?It was ten days before Christmas. I was working late again. Just after nine-thirty my office phone rang."SW Incorporated, Dave Montgomery here," I said automatically into the phone."Hi." That's all.. ” “Ah … four,” he said after a couple of beats. “You know, I’m not the one who blushes. This isn’t right.” Tilly laughed. “Suck it up, big boy,” she mocked. Loraine was asleep on the sofa with Survivor playing on the TV, and there was an empty by the foot of the couch. Cory had muted the TV before Tilly had come down and a playlist from his laptop played quietly as they ate at the breakfast bar, facing each other. “Do you love any of them?” Tilly then asked. “I don’t,” he. I inserted my cock in her mouth and started to run my hands over her blouse. I could feel the hard nipples. I was pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. She was a little reluctant, but I kept shoving my cock into her throat. Then I reached down and yanked up her skirt. Her sheen pantyhose was in the way, although the were battered from the knee work she was doing on me. I grabbed a pen, pierced the nylon and ripped them open. Maggie the slut had no panties on. I jammed three fingers into her. She put her pantyhose on , got these black pointy stilletos and walked away, turning the lights off. I could not het those images out of my head, I heard the garage door open with her driving car away.I saw the following Sunday while we were just getting back from our different jogs around the neighborhood, she was wearing this black tights and a long sports bra that did not hide her two nipples "standing up." Said hello and kept our routines going.These events happened every single Friday.