I rested my head on his chest, his heart was pounding, and I coyly smiled inwardly, I also felt wet, I knew my flirtation had excited me with my own f...ther, I guess most girl do that, tease their poor fathers, to piss of their mothers, or as in my case, to fuck their daddy.I wanted to fuck, I was in the mood, and my body burned in an uncontrolled urgency, I was ovulating, and my periods were due, and nature was making me a naughty girl, and poor daddy was closest.'Are you a Virgin', he asked. I. Jensen happens to be Misha’s all time favorite actor and fantasy from the show Supernatural, and I can see by the look in her eyes and the heat of her body this had an obvious effect on her. As she sits in my lap I can feel her grinding her ass onto my lap, which was starting to have an effect on me as well. She said after 30 minutes of catching a glimps or two of Jensen he broke away from the party into the restaurant to make a phone call. As he was talking Misha was sitting about 10 feet from. But her team tied it in the fourth quarter and won the game with a last-second field goal.Eva walked over to me and handed me a blindfold. She said, "Go take a shower slave. Then kneel in the bedroom floor naked. Put on the blindfold and wait for me."I rushed off to shower, thinking this sounded pretty good, even if I had lost the bet. As I showered, I wondered what Eva had in store for me. Through the years I had learned my dear sweet wife had a very fertile and downright kinky imagination. I. "She placed a hand on my smooth legs."Thank you, Mistress," I said, and as gracefully as I could with myfumbling fingers removed the lacy belt and stockings.Her hand moved up my legs and again I did my best to contain myself.My penis was twitching crazily. She had to see it. But it was buriedin the panty-liner, nestled in the wet mess against my sack, tuckedaway between my legs. Just don't go nuclear, I told myself, as herhand traced over the panties again. Then onto my chest, and down.