If she wanted to move over she could. If she didn't, well the bartender was kinda cute. Nor was she the only hottie. But I had my dream woman in my si...ghts and sadly, but encouragingly, she was one of the few who didn't look as I made my way to the bar. In fact, she barely even looked at me. “Well, damn,” I told myself, sat down, ordered zinfandel, and contemplated the bartender's bottom. My mystery paramour stayed where she was. I could watch her drinking and laughing reflected in the mirror. I didn't know what to do about my guilt. I lay down on my bed in my lingerie and thought about seeing Jason and Leah on the couch. Next thing I knew I was diddling myself like a mad woman. It seems orgasm can be a good cure ... or at least a salve for guilt. I decided in the midst of that masturbatory frenzy that I was going to get what I wanted and that if I didn't, I'd go crazy.The next chance I got I talked to Dad about it. I explained what I was feeling and what I needed to do. I told him. The party was in full swing. You could hear the band five miles away. Booze flowed. Emma looked a million dollars. I was chatting to Katherine and Patricia who were Emmas friends from uni. Nice enough girls but difficult to separate and threesomes really are not my thing. The sound system boomed. Well good evening ladies and gentlemen boys and girls, Lord Hs slightly drunken voice boomed out. I can hardly believe that eighteen years ago today my beautiful daughter Emma was born, When I first. "That's enough Rodney, let her think about it now." Do you still need to think about it Wanda?" he asked.I managed to choke out, "We can't do this." Well not tonight for sure," Rodney said with a wolfish grin. Then he bent and whispered in my ear. "We are going to love fucking you Wanda. We both love white women. Now give me your panties..." He saw the look of doubt in my eyes so he added. "I want them to remember this moment, and you want me to have them, so give them to me now."I moved my.