I lean my head back against the headrest and fade into the memories of my life over the last few weeks since I met you.I was in Houston, looking over ...he Governor’s race for my firm. It was an intriguing race; could we turn this state back into the blue column, or at least purple? I had stopped at the small restaurant to grab a quick bite to eat on my way to the hotel. I had no sooner taken my seat when I noticed you. Damn, you were some fine eye candy, several years younger than me, but. She was wearing short cut jean-shorts that hugged her waist incredibly tight. "Dad, there's nothing wrong with flaunting the gifts that were given to you.", she said with a stern, yet seductive look on her face. I couldn't believe it, was my daughter casually hitting on me? No, impossible. I thought nothing of it.After dropping Mariah off at school, I headed straight to the liquor store to pick up some things for tonight; then I made my way over the grocery store to pick up some odd and ends. She handed him a bra and told him to get it on. He slid thestraps up his arms and was having trouble hooking it. He noticedshe had filled the cups with something and it felt heavy, like sandor something. She hooked it for him. Then she handed him a garterbelt, telling him to run the garters inside his pretty panties. Hemanaged to do it as slow as he could. Then it was the nylons whichshe had to show him how to fasten. Then came a lacy pink slip whichshe said she made especially for him. When. She motioned to Emily to insert her finger in his asshole. Emily froze. Inga took Emily’s hand into hers and teased Max’s hole until he was ready to accept Emily’s finger, which slid in easily. Emily had never done this to any boyfriend in Des Moines, and certainly not even in California. But, as Max can attest, she was a quick learner and she was good! Emily seemed to naturally gyrate her finger giving Max great pleasure. She removed her finger, washed he hands, and continued following.