Now I'm laying here with a raging furnace between my thighs, excited by the thoughts running wild in my head. So stimulated by my own touch, my clit s... engorged, my nipples so hard, my passion pit slowly being filled by my own penetrating fingers. I want to go out and play, but Poppy is not here and I've never done it without him. The thoughts got wilder, as my fingers rythematicly stroked my inner wet walls. With my feet planted on the bed, I began to heave my hips forward onto my invading. It would not be right to do anything here. This is where he thinks of you and touches himself. My brain had to remind me of the night before and my body shook. Every inch of me became excited and a moan escaped my lips as I brushed my finger against my panty-covered pussy once more. Fuck it. I told myself and laid myself back against my daddy’s bed. He had not made it, so I laid against his sheets and let my head fall against his pillow. I looked up at the ceiling and exhaled deeply. Stuck to. So why does this still turn me on when having sex with or fantasizing about my wife? Well, the sheer numbers - my fantasy was of her as a true slut, porn star, or professional whore.And she pretty much engaged in enough encounters, and in some cases, WE engaged in enough encounters, that I will probably have fantasy material for life.So before diving into some specific great moments, I thought I would share some statistics, just to see how we may or may not compare to others in "the lifestyle".. I asked her to order anything she likes as I already had my breakfast and she ordered a dish and 2 coffees. She had her breakfast and then we had coffee and after that, I told her that the money is in my car, which is parked nearby but she was looking a bit uncomfortable. I noticed that and asked her whether she is alright. She nodded yes but still she was not comfortable. I asked her repeatedly is something wrong and atlast in a shy voice, she told me that its nature’s call for her and I.