I continued to rub my now wet pussy, a little faster with each stroke. I took my other hand and began rubbing my breast. I was getting wetter by the m...inute.?Use the toy.? he said as he walked towards me.He stopped at the end of my bed and took his shirt off, revealing his tattooed six pack and his guns. There was just something about those tats that turned me on. I picked up the toy and entered myself. It stretches my pussy open, but it feels so freaking good. I make the dildo move in and out. She asked me if I had a gf and I said no then she asked how it could be possible for someone like me not having a gf. After that she started flirting with me and asked me about my college days about my friendship with girls. She also asked about my job life and if I had crush on some one. Then she told me that just pretend that she is my gf for today what I would do then. I am a dumb guy in answering these type of questions(even though I watch porn and had good knowledge about sex) to which I. I felt so close to him when we studied, he was quick, he could explain anything easily, he made me laugh, and most especially, he made me horny. Eventually the time came for Tim to go home and me to go to bed. I helped him get his backpack together and walked him down the stairs. The family were watching TV in the lounge, Dad’s guffaw sounding through the closed door denoting some inane comedy show on the idiot box. I was reaching for the front door handle when Tim wrapped his arms around me to. . He's my dad. So what was I thinking? I must be high, that's what I thought, putting my big t-shirt back on over my new sexy underwear. The same sleepy-t I'd slept in and now it hid that lingerie and I loved the feel of it, the just knowing I was wearing it. How cool was that? I could wear that underwear all night long and Daddy wouldn't even know. Just me.I put my shorts back on too, over the black panties, and smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked just like I had before, but I was.