Nor is WhatsApp. You decide it was a stupid idea anyway and decide to just sleep it off. You have barely slept when the doorbell rings. You really did...'t expect her to show up. This could be a bad thing. You pull on your t-shirt and look out through the peephole. It is her. You sigh and open the door. She's changed into clingy jeans and a spaghetti strap top under a nice leather jacket. Her hairs up in a pony and she doesn't look too drunk. She has a large tote. She stands there with that. Each stroke was a wave of pleasure.Stacy's thoughts soon turned back to her father. She'd always been his little girl, the apple of his eye, and she'd always had a little crush on him like most daughters do with their fathers. In her more intimate and alone moments, she would whisper "daddy...daddy...make me cum daddy...". Now was one of those intimate and alone moments. She buried her face in the pillow as she started getting louder and louder."Daddy! Daddy! Make me cum daddy!...Fuck me!. Even at 41, she had a svelte figure, and a well-proportioned body. She had a strong workout routine and firm muscles to prove it. I had often secretly fantasized about her, but didn’t dare act out on my fantasies. Kate and I had a good thing going, even if we had own dry spells on occasion. I sure didn’t want to end up in divorce court.Kate mumbled something, but I couldn’t make out what she said. I stepped closer to the door that separated the kitchen from the garage. Kate switched on the. I knew I didn't have time to put onmuch makeup so I just put on a little blush and lipstick and pulled myhair up in ponytails to help me look like a girl. I was out of breath andshaking knowing nobody has ever seen me this way. I ran back downstairsand heard the shower still running so I sat on his bed trembling. I heardthe water stop and I knew he would be out soon so I tried to relax so hewouldn't be mad. When I heard the door open my heart stopped. He walkedin to the room and said, "Holy.