All this changed on that Monday morning, when he was home with only Rachel, a few weeks after he lost his job. Walking along the corridor, he passed ...Rachel’s room. It was usually closed but today, it was ajar. Without any ulterior intentions, Hank turned his head and there stood his 18 year old daughter, in front of her dressing table. The table was off the direction of her door and with the door half opened, she would not be able to see clearly if someone was standing outside. The vision. My ever-present buzz intensified, and I gazed at the screen with as much rapt attention as a scientist peering down a microscope.There were also video samples on this site. I couldn't help myself; I downloaded one of them. I was startled by what I saw.The video footage began by showing what looked to be a dim club bar-room. The camera panned abruptly to the left to show a slim, short-haired woman of about forty years of age. She was bending forward at the waist to lean over the bar and stepping. The last I saw of her was as she was approachedby a policeman. Or rather her tackling him to satisfy her lust.It was two blocks down when my Succubus mistress finally slowed down."Nicely spotted my pet," she praised me. I didn't care much. More sex wasall on my mind. I felt the looks of those around me. Taking in my nakedform. It made me so much wetter down there."Let's play more games," I begged my mistress, who wasn't fooled. I couldhave begged for more sex instead. It would have sounded the. Do you want to talk about it?”“Not now, OK? Maybe later. Things are better. And I promise I won’t drink like that again.”“Good.”“But, I don’t really remember the kiss, so I’d like one now, if that’s OK.”She stopped walking and turned to me. I pulled her into a hug and we kissed, soft at first, but then her lips parted and our tongues probed into each other’s mouths. Her mouth and lips were really warm, warmer than I’d ever encountered before. She broke the kiss and sighed and put her head on my.