His face flushed, and he gave her a sheepish grin. "Well, it would be better than having to find another woman and cheat on your mother, I guess."

She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "It's kind of a waste, doing it for yourself. Oh, it's better than nothing. I know," she added, giving him a mischievous wink.

Frank groaned, a flash of the sexy girl playing with her pussy blasting into his aroused imagination.

"But I know you're used to lots of sex. I hear you and Mom fucking all the time."

Frank might have blushed again, but by this time his handsome, lean-jawed face was flushed so hot with arousal that it was impossible to say.

"And, since Mom is away and I have to take care of her duties – all of her duties…" Debby continued, breathing rather hard now, those splendid tits rising heavily in the tight-fitting halter.

She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, then moved away and came around to the front of his chair. Frank eyed her warily, torn between conflicting emotions. As her father, he was concerned by her suggestive behavior but, as a robust man with a hard-on, he was thrilled.

Debby gracefully sank down onto the carpet in front of him, curling onto one flank. She placed an open hand on his thigh, just above the knee. Frank stared down at her. The front of his trousers was lifted so high, by this time, that he seemed to be looking at her across the head of his prick, as if it were a gunsight.

"Am I embarrassing you, Daddy?" she breathed.

"A – a little I guess," he said.

Her hand moved up an inch or two, then stroked back toward his knee. The muscles in his thigh were jumping violently under her caressing palm.

"I'm not embarrassed," she said, almost defiantly.

"Apparently," he muttered.