Steamy Dreams
How could I fix this?
How could I convince my daughter that I wasn't interested in her?
How could I convince myself?
An hour later, Sabrina still hadn't returned. I wasn't worried: she was, after all, an adult.
And so I went to bed and wrapped my hand around my erection. I tried to imagine the girls at work. The last time I'd gone to Hooters. I even tried to remember what it had been like to make love to her mother. Anything I could think of but my daughter, but each time, my thoughts kept coming back to her. I thought about her huge tits, barely covered by her shirt. Her smooth, bare pussy, on display just for me. The way her lips had felt as she'd kissed me.