She then headed down for dinner."Hey, you're still alive? That's good to know and I can now cancel the search party. They were finding it hard to pick... up your trail anyway. You know, you are pretty good at what you do. Silly buggers were trying to over charge me anyway," said Matt shaking his head slowly with a lopsided smile on his face.Rayne, smiled in spite of herself."How does he keep doing that? All I can do is grin stupidly while I'm around him," she thought."Come have a seat. It's not. Her sleepy voice was so cute.Do I stick it in, and hope she's not mad? Or go rub one out in the shower?He vacillated back and forth for a minute. Much as he wanted to, and oh, did he ever want to, he couldn't be sure she was okay with it. He crept back, trying not to disturb her.Her eyes fluttered. She squinted around, eyes searching. "Babe?"Her eyes met his. "Timmy?" They dropped to his dick, hand still wrapped around it.A bright, welcoming smile blossomed on her face. She turned her hips,. She only meant to tease her dad a bit; give him a naughty little thrill to cheer him up. What she hadn’t expected was how much her father responded to her attentions. When she got home from college last week, she was shocked at how depressed and beat down he was. Now, after less than a day together, she had him back. Her smooth, confident, sexy-as-fuck Daddy was back. He was smiling again, laughing and joking like he hadn’t done in months. Because of her! And he wasn’t even trying to hide how. With a glass of delicious Pinot Grigio in my left hand and maintaining a conversation across the table with the seemingly brain dead Brittany (she is a trophy wife after all) I reached under the table to gently feel for Mark`s package, and what a delightful package was found. Now get this straight guys, WE women do check out what your bulge/package/equipment in your pants offers us ladies for any future clit rubbing and or affair having, you might offer, WE just don`t make it obvious when WE.