Under the pretense of having something important to discuss with me that couldn't wait; she begged me to turn around come to pick her up.It was just t...is evening that Rachel poured each of us a drink of whiskey and spilled her guts about what was on her mind. Her ‘revelations' was that for some time she had masturbated to fantasies of sex with me and had every intention of bringing that fantasy to reality. Of course like a good father I tried to point out to her that such an incestuous affair. I’m feeling stronger, I have a beautiful baby and a husband who works hard to take care of me, I’m back to work…’ she burst into tears. ‘My life is wonderful!’ she blubbered. Donald looked searchingly at her face, frowning to see the thoughts behind it. ‘No it’s not. You need something. What is it?’ She looked at him then. ‘Well,’ she said. ‘I just – I just don’t feel like you love me. I know you do. But I don’t feel like it any more. It’s like Zachary’s using up my body, and – and there’s none. I'll make some Nachos okay?”“Sure bud” I said after going around to the dining table which was situated right next to the kitchen in the same room, there I sat down and watch Lochy pour a packet of Doritos into a tray and smother them with grated cheese and salsa before putting it into the oven and setting the timer.“Okay, while thats doing that, I'm going to go change into some less wet clothes”and with that I was alone in the room with my delusions and drunken mind.“I may as well do the same”. I give her a break as I rub down her tummy to her hips, then I glance at her face, her eyes slightly open, watching as I slide my hand between her thighs to her pussy, her hips respond, eyes close, thrusting on my fingers forcing them into her. I place one hand on her clit spreading her labia as the other hand fucks her cunt. Laurel is shaking and trembling as she cums and cums. I lay on her chest and kiss her, she grabs me as I try to keep her on the massage table. Finally I relax my fingers.