" I said it just as sarcastically as she had.Once inside my apartment, I began the long process of making coffee. I poured boiling water into a funnel... filled with coffee grounds."Why don't you come into the twentieth century Rollins. They have machines to do that now," Marsha suggested."I guess I am old fashioned," I answered. I didn't reply as I wished I could have."Okay, so who is the broad down the hall?" she asked. I knew I was in trouble. The patrol officer had heard me imply that we were. I saw everything: her silky smooth legs, her soft pubic fur, her tight stomach, her round, firm breasts, and finally her face with its expression of feigned surprise. My daughter said nothing, but her eyes could see mine evaluating her body. Quickly she bent down and grabbed her towel, pressing it against her front.“Oh, I’m sorry, daddy”, She mumbled as she backed toward the bathroom with the towel clutched under her neck. I saw a small smile flicker across her pretty face.I. She walked over to her couch and flopped down on it.Taking out the note inside she reread it,‘My lovely Meagan, This is for you to go shopping with for work clothes if you choose to come to work for me. Be as sexy or business as you like, but please no pantyhose.If you choose not to come to work for me, take this as a token of my appreciation for today.I hope to see you Monday, I have so much to teach you and you have so much more you can learn.Richard’She just sat there holding it, reliving. She saw my bare chest for the first time and felt my chest-hair, though what she thought I could only guess. Our play was almost too erotic to be allowed there We separated to change, and she met me at a restaurant near my apartment, and we never did go to the planned movie. We spent the evening in my place. By ten-thirty I had her leaning against me, naked to the waist, with my tongue in her mouth and my fingers in her panties, bringing her to orgasm. She did not go home that night. I.