I finally got to the point where I let her do whatever she wanted. That is not to say that I let her run roughshod over me. I was looking for a reclin...er and Lori went with me when I went looking. I narrowed my choices down to two and then went home to think about it. The next day when I got home I found that Lori had ordered me one and it was not one of the two I was interested in so I sent it back which pissed Lori off no end. She responded the way that women all over the world did when they. Heturned around to see who was there and he looked prettysurprised to see a guy with a semi-hard dick standing infront of him holding his girlfriend’s thong.He recognized the underwear immediately and just yelledout, “What the fuck are you doing?” I started stammeringabout being confused with the laundry baskets and that Iwas just jumping in the shower and I thought I’d come downto throw a quick load of laundry in the washer.He told me to shut up and grabbed the panties. A little confused as to why my daughter would be knocking on her door, then realizing she must have lost her keys and getting even angrier I opened the door.Standing in front of me was my daughter, only a few inches taller than five foot. She’d be the light of any father’s life. Her green eyes and blond curls were striking. Puberty had done wonders to her young body. She played volleyball and field hockey and developed a great body from the athletics. I’d always been amazed she was growing up. He pulled me close, ‘Oh, Widow, what you do to me. Don’t stop.’ My eyes cast down, my hands trembling, I reached for his belt. The gold buckle opened with ease. I ran my finger under the waistband, gently pulling it forward so I could undo the button. My finger tip brushed against his cock head, a jolt of electricity raced through my body, ending in my core. He strained against the zipper, I used my nails to hold the slider pull tab and ease it down. His waist band edges folded over and I could.