"Yeah." Was all I could manage."Have you thought about it?" I knew he was trying to see if I was willingly to suck him off again."No...no...not really...." I found myself looking down as I talked."Well," he started, "I've thought about it a lot as you can see."I looked over at him and he had opened his robe exposing his long, fat and again hard dick (oh man, I knew this was coming). He laughed when he saw my nervous look and then looked down at his dick and started to stroke his erection. We sat. “Yes, Daddy! Don’t worry,” Deb said before kissing me on the cheek and heading out the door with her date.So now I was sitting in my recliner, looking at the clock and again getting ready to go through my mental list of punishments for Deb staying out too long when the front door opened.“Hi Daddy! I made it again!” Deb giggled.I chuckled, “Yeah you made it again. Your dear old Dad doesn’t need the stress of you coming in at the last minute.”“You worry too much, Daddy.”“Deb, like I told you last. My wife thinks I’m just being over protective but she’s just turned 18 and to me there is still A LOT she needs to be protected from. She’s a beautiful girl with an amazing body. I know what asshole guys think when they see her. It’s the same sick things I try to push away whenever she’s coming out of the shower, or running around half naked. Her mom and I were leaving for a little vacation and our daughter was going to have the house to herself. No parties, No boys. Those were the rules. “Ok. It was skintight and the hem came mid-way up her thighs, barely covering her tight butt and panties. She had a pair of delicate white sandals with a modest three-inch heel, which she considered her 'walking shoes'. I searched through my things until I found what I was looking for, a ft and sensual peach colored dress made from flimsy crepe-de-chine which fastened in a flattering way around my waist and bust, and had a modestly short, and very flared skirt, stopping just above my knee. I loved.