"On Friday I skipped the afternoon session and went to the salon for theworks. A full body waxing, nails, hair, and makeup, then I went home toget dre...sed. There was only one choice for me, the red sheath dress. Itfit me like paint, was cut low enough to entice without being lewd, andwas about an inch above my knees. All I had to do after I got dressedwas add jewelry and perfume. High cut lacy panties and a shelf bra tostart with, then a garterbelt with nude hose. My red heels with thestraps. It stretched her mouth wide and she could only go down about three inches.My cock was as hard as a rock thinking about what she would look and sound like being fucked by that big dildo. I started brushing her nipples with my fingers and then slipped my mouth over one of her nipples. She let out a big moan. Oh God she said, she loved having her tits played with. She could have an orgasm from just that. I put the dildo aside and sucked her tits, swirling my tongue all around her hard nipples. I. ”“Sounds like a plan. I need to run some errands but I should be back in an hour or so.” DadI didn’t have any errands to run, I just needed to get out of the house. Being there alone with Brandy dressed only in her panties and that juice-covered top was too much. My wife had left me for another man a year earlier. She left a note that said Fuck You, and that was it. No explanation, no reason, just left me and Brandy.Living an hour's drive from the closest town made my social life shitty. I had. I toyed with her, pulling out slowly until only the tip of my cock was embedded in her, before slowly moving back in. I made love to her like this. Our bodies melted into one and I d**g myself across her chest, pulling out and thrusting back in, an ongoing cycle. She was whimpering, saying Daddy over and over again. Our lips joined and a rush of more longing struck me to my core. I started picking up the pace. She rocked with me, moving her hips to accommodate my motions, all the while yelling.