I was 18 and had lived with only my father since my mother deserted him and at 36 my Daddy was handsome as hell. I wanted to go to bed with him, too. Of course until that fateful night I was afraid to ever approach him. He knew I often had sex, but there was no need to rub it in. Our boyfriends had come over and we talked, drank wine and at least twice slipped up to a bedroom and fucked.