Linda had suggested that she and I go inside to mix a batch of drinks. I didn't think anything about it, so I went. When we got inside, we started up ...the stairs towards the kitchen. I was casually watching Linda's ass when she turned around and said to me in a quiet voice: "I really like how you look at me. Ya know, Joe hardly pays attention to me and we practically never have sex! And when we do, it's always quick and very vanilla."I wasn't sure what to say, so I said, "that's a real shame.. "Ok now face the wall", which he did as she put on a sponge glove and began soaping his back, cleaning his arms and legs and shampooing his hair. He thought she seemed to be taking her time; perhaps, she was hoping his hard-on would go down. Unfortunately, her hand massaging him through the foam and soap felt amazing, so much so his cock was harder than ever. It felt like granite pulsing in front of him as he looked down at it. Then he realised she was going to have to wash his cock with the. I stripped my panties to my knees and sat but I couldn't go, my body was shaking, my heart pounding and my mind was boiling with forbidden thoughts. The sight of my dad with no clothes only fortified the secret thoughts I was having in the late hours. I'd never had sex before but I knew what I was feeling was purely sexual, my body wanted a partner and that partner was my own father. I felt disgrace for my feelings crawl from the pit of my stomach then envelop me like a cloud of shame. I. He remembered pouring his heart out to her – awkwardly, given his intoxication – but not much after that. He had a vague memory of everything sliding sideways, the hallway lurching as he was carried, and then ... nothing.He had slept better than he could have imagined – he had expected nightmares, at the least. I guess all that practice at the archery butts paid off, he mused as he slowly got dressed. It had been a strange experience, yet somehow so calming, standing next to someone and firing.