I anxiously waited for Dad to return from the local bar. Knowing that he loved seeing me in sexy lingerie, I had dug through my dressers searching for the perfect outfit to put a smile on his face. I found a slinky looking white negligee with peek-a-boo bodice and a white lace crotchless panties. Standing in front of the mirror, I could see the outlines of my breasts perfectly and my nipples poked out, almost hidden by the top. Looking down and bending over some, my thick labia were nestled between the lacey layers looking like a pretty deep-pink flower petal.

I dimmed all the lights and lit several candles and the flickering light and shadows highlighted my body reclining on the couch. I heard the sounds of his truck doors closing and muffled voices outside the front door. I smiled to myself, thinking that Dad was probably so intoxicated that he was talking to himself as he fumbled for the keys to open the door. As the door opened, I saw the silhouettes of two men step into the room. I started to cover up, but I had worked myself up thinking of Daddy fucking me, I just remained reclined on the couch. As their eyes adjusted to the dim light, they both stood looking at me, and I felt thrilled at the intense looks.

“Daddy! I didn’t expect you to bring anyone home with you,” I sat still watching the eyes of both, Daddy and his friend, take in my nighty. Grabbing the coverlet, pulling it over myself, I looked at Dad inquisitively.

“Don’t cover yourself up dear. Let my friend take a good look at your beauty,” Dad said as he stepped over to the couch and pulled the coverlet off, letting it drop to the floor. “This is Mack; he’s an over-the-road truck driver I met at the bar. Amazingly we were talking and discovered we both went to the same high school way back when.” Dad forced his way between the arms of the couch, I, pulling my head against him letting his arm go around my shoulders, and his hand fell on my breasts.

“Really, that is so cool to meet after all these years,” I laughed looking at him, smiling at the touch of his hand. “So, do you remember anything, I mean, did you really know each other, or just go to the same school?”

“Ha-ha, the only thing we both remembered was the school slut, Fran Stogavich. Ugly as sin, but knockout body. I think I actually lost my virginity to that girl,” chuckled Dad.

“Oh that is funny Dad. Tell me about her Mack, do you remember her?” She looked at Mack, motioning him to sit down on the couch at her feet. “I am interested in what Dad was like when he was young, got any stories to tell?” Smiling sweetly at him, shifting my body slightly, I moved my legs, giving him more room, and of course, a better look at my crotch casually covering it with my hand. His eyes closely followed my hands, before he recovered, looking up at Dad and I.