I live with my daughter Sandra who is 23 and works for a large law company as an office manager. My husband died when I was 38 and since I’ve been d...oing alone, only a few of my friends visit me time after time. As for my daughter, she is not alone, she is dating with her boyfriend, his name is Frank and he is 27 years old. He is working as a buildings constructer. I have always liked this guy, he is very cute and nice, reminds me of my late husband, well built, muscular with black raven hair. I sit but she immediately says to lay back. I lay back placing my hands behind my head, she moves closer to the point of now standing between my legs. She crawls on top, places one finger over my lips as to say keep quiet. She then stands back up and unties her robe. It hits the floor and exposes her complete nakedness to me, yep no panties as I had thought. She goes to her knees, takes my now stiff cock in one hand and strokes it. Wow she says, in only two or three strokes of her hand I'm now. The way the light glistened on the leather and how she held the cigarette to her lips got me erect pretty fast. I was trying not to stare but it became very difficult. She was staring off, rubbing the leather tip of her thumb over the bottom of the cigarette.“I know that you are staring, Steven.”“I’m sorry, I, I, couldn’t help it.”“I also know about the panties. One day when I was cleaning I found my purple satin ones beneath your bed, stained with cum.”“I’m so sorry Aunt Cassie, I’ll buy you. ‘I want to know if my husband’s been screwing the Barclay woman. I want to know how much of a slut my daughter is. I want to know if that old troll who runs this place is going to rape me sometime when I’m not looking.’ I put my hand on her shoulder. ‘That will cost a lot. I’ll give you an free appetizer: Edward Barclay probably couldn’t get it up if he wanted to. He’s always hungover in the morning and drunk by lunchtime. His talk is all bluster: he likes pushin’ your buttons. Like I said.