My father was kind of a womanizer even late in his life. I've always been a family man. My wife and daughter are, or were the things I loved most and ...was the proudest of. Now I guess it's kind of different.What I had to flaunt has come back to haunt, like a restless wind. And the best of times that were left behind, they come blowing in. All of the good times I had with Lori and Katey keep running through my mind while I examine each memory like an object. I turn them over, looking for lies in. I put my hands under her backside and pulled her tight to my face, building a rhythm as she moved in time to it. I broke away after a moment or two and said, "You better not be thinking of coming young lady." "No Daddy" came the weak reply between heavy breaths. I lowered my head and continued my work on "cleaning" her pussy. Again we hit a rhythm and I worked my tongue relentlessly until I could feel her body begin to tense. This time I let it continue until she pushed up hard against my face,. I found the place easily enough, a large imposing building on an industrial estate, I parked, paid my 15 quid and made my way to the changing room. Th huilding was as imposing inside as it was out, beautiful polished parquet floors and magnificent stained glass windows, i guessed it was post-Victorian.I found my locker and was pleased to see inside there was a condom and some small sachets of lube. There were a couple of guys already changing, but no one was making much eye contact, so I just. I was feeling incredible. I come in her hands. Next day same repeated but this time she made loose her shalwar too and started rubbing her choot barely. When I come she put the come on her choot and rubbed. During these whole days she behaved ignorantly as she didn’t know about all this. This went on for few days. Now she became much bolder. She would by herself sit on my lap and rub her choot on my lun and I would cum. Next day when she came and rubbed my bare penis and then sat on my lap.