Nothing kinky, but what girl doesn’t love her father? Even after a fair few washes it still, somehow, had his scent on it, making me feel warm, comf...ortable, secure and a thousand other nice things all at once. We went down the stairs and into my kitchen, where I found some breakfast stuff. ‘cereal or toast?’ I asked. ‘Toast.’ ‘Good. There’s only enough cereal for one!’ I smiled as I stood up from the cupboard, catching Simon checking out my bum, covered only just in the shirt I had on. I boiled. My mind was filled with last night’s incidents. It seems almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. Minutes were like hours. It was too hard for me to control myself as my arms longed to hold her again, my mouth longed to eat her again and my lips longed to taste her. After two long hours I cut the class and reached home in a hurry.I knocked the door. Mom came and opened the door. I rushed in grabbed her face and kissed her violently. She was terrified by this quick attack. She tried to. This was worrying; Tony and I would have to be careful how and when we met if Julie was spying on him. But she hadn’t finished.“If you and Pete invited us both out to dinner, or even round to your house, then Tony might feel more prepared to spend time with me instead of just talking on the phone.”Obviously nothing could ever be ‘normal’ again between me, Tony and Pete; I couldn’t imagine even broaching the subject with my husband.“I’m not sure he’d come Jules,” I said trying to keep her. He even thought I looked kinda girly when I was on my side on the floor after he had entered the bathroom. A girl with a dick. I guess with my wider hips and soft skin and my girlish face, hell even the lust in my eyes… I had “confused” him. It wasn’t something he would normally do with another guy, he said. I replayed the part where he had sorta laughed at me, and how he barely touched my dick and it stung a bit.He had popped an old VHS into the tape player that was in the basement for home.