‘Pretty’ she said. ‘Me?’ She nodded. I know I am sexy, but I felt a bit dumpy compared to her, but as I worked her over, she threw her head to...and fro in throes of ecstasy. I knew my way around a woman’s body, from flings with Mommy Kirsten and Ronnie and Barbi and countless other talented babes. She was almost begging me to stop, but I knew she didn’t mean it, it was a protest without meaning. We were at it for a while when she came and she was noisy. If she had been home, her husband would. So, thank you Dad--for everything.' She hung up the phone, certain in what she had said and also noted that she had not once apologized for anything as she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.Jeff, still completely distraught over what happened, kept telling himself that he should have done something that night. Instead he just stood there and; well, enjoyed it. He knew that his lesson was risky, showing his daughter his erection went well past the normal social boundaries, but he. Sunday morning light brought a groan. I was exhausted and didn't want to wake up. Glancing at the alarm clock I was shocked to see it was ten thirty. Rolling out of bed, I descended to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. Going upstairs, scratching my pubes as I went, I automatically made for the shower. The water was warm and refreshing. The memory of making love to Keira returned, as did a renewed erection, a very, very rigid erection. I debated ignoring it and gave into my basal needs,. Surprisingly enough she felt no different than she had on any of a hundred other times we'd had sex in the last year, but what the hell, all that told me was how long I'd been being the second man in. I did have to wonder though, was she trying to fuck me to death out of guilt, or was she getting a charge out of giving me her lover's leftovers?Monday I joined a gym and sat down with a personal trainer and he mapped out a program for me. I hit the gym on the way to work on Mondays, Wednesdays.