"Hey Jerry, that's my daughter! Where do you think you're touching?"

My colleague, Jerry Steele, has had too much to drink in the bar. He's mistaken my daughter, Maya Glover, for an escort of the bar.

His hand keeps roaming across her thighs. At one point, he almost reaches up her skirt to touch her.

What's crazy is that Maya seems to enjoy the way Jerry touches her, based on how horny she seems.

Then, I look at Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele. Her chest is so big that her top is about to burst from the pressure.

In that case, don't blame me for what I'm about to do to your daughter, Jerry!

My name was Nicholas Glover. Jerry Steele and I weren't just colleagues—we were each other's wingman. We often went for massages together after work. We'd also go for foot spas before opting for "extra" service.

We were as thick as thieves, always there to back one another's families up.

As it happened, Jerry's daughter was about to turn 20. We organized a birthday party for her at a pub so that she could get a taste of the adult scene.

Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele, had a great voice, and she had been dying to sing at a pub. However, Jerry wouldn't hear of it, no matter what, always claiming that she was too young to be in pubs.

She would soon be 20. Women her age back in the day would already be married with kids.

Jerry finally relented, deciding this could be Lucinda's coming-of-age celebration. Though, as a young woman, she wouldn't possibly have fun with two old farts like us.

So, I called up my daughter, Maya Glover, to come along with us. The moment Maya heard that we were going to a pub to celebrate Lucinda's birthday, she jumped with joy.

She changed into a youthful outfit and went with us to the pub, where we made a reservation for a private lounge for the four of us. We sat next to one another on the couch. A birthday cake sat on the coffee table, and next to the cake were fruits, snacks, and bottles of beer.

Jerry and I were usually strict about not letting our daughters drink. But since it was a special occasion today, we gave our permission for them to let loose and have fun.

However, after a few beers, Jerry actually rested his hand on my daughter's thigh. I couldn't tell whether he was actually buzzed or just pretending. Maya was wearing a short skirt, leaving her thighs completely exposed. He basically had his hand right on her thigh.

I couldn't let that slide. Maya wasn't some bar girl at the pub.

I gave Jerry's leg a nudge. "Watch where you're touching, Jerry! She's my daughter."

Jerry looked at me, his breath reeking of alcohol and his face flushed red. "Your daughter? What did I even do?"

Jerry really couldn't read the room at all. I leaned past him and prompted Maya, "Scoot over to the other side a little. Don't lean on Mr. Steele."

To my surprise, Maya shot me a glare. In a tone of annoyance, she protested, "What's wrong with you, Dad? Why are you asking me to scoot when I finally had this chance to come here and have fun?"

Upon saying that, she continued sitting where she was, allowing Jerry to stroke her thigh.

As I watched all that happen right in front of me, my stomach began twisting with anxiety. Was this innocent daughter of mine about to be devoured by an animal?

I rose to my feet and was about to tear them apart from one another when Lucinda, who was sitting beside me, pulled me back all of a sudden.

She urged, "Come sing with me, Mr. Glover."

I fell back onto the couch once she yanked me down, and I happened to fall directly onto her voluptuous bosoms. I could feel how soft they were, and they were massive!

I perked up instantly.

Lucinda handed a microphone to me, saying, "This song is meant to be a duet, Mr. Glover. Since my dad already had too much to drink, you should come sing with me instead."

The song she chose was a love song. As we sang together, it felt like we were a couple. This feeling was quite intoxicating indeed. This was especially so when she hooked her arm around mine, pressing her chest up against my shoulder. I felt the heat of desire flare up within me instantly.

Even though I went for massages frequently, the people who served me were often older women in their 30s or 40s. I had never come in contact with a 20-year-old woman like Lucinda.

She truly felt softer than the fluff of cotton candy. To my even greater surprise, she actually took my hand and placed it right on her chest.

Instantly, I could feel her suppleness and tenderness right against my palm. I also felt a hard peak. I couldn't believe that she was actually braless!

I pulled my hand back in fright, then whispered in her ear, "You must be mad. I'm close friends with your father."

At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad doesn't notice us."

As I stared down at the fleshy globes through her neckline, I gulped. She was indeed a stunner. She was curvy and more voluptuous than those stars in adult films.

Heat kept surging within me, becoming impossible to suppress. Who could ever resist when a spectacular 20-year-old woman begged them for a favor as such?

I took a quick glance at Jerry next to me. Not only had he already reached his hand under Maya's skirt, but Maya even leaned into it, parting her legs as she narrowed her eyes slightly, looking like she was absolutely enjoying things.

To be frank, I knew that she had a pretty high sexual drive. I'd discovered quite a number of toys in her dresser when I tidied up her room. I would also often hear those unmistakable sounds coming from her in the bathroom.

She was an adult, after all, and it was completely normal for her to have her desires. So, I did not interfere.

Now, as I watched her being fondled by Jerry right before my eyes, I actually found myself getting off on it.

Well, since Jerry was fooling around with my daughter, I wouldn't play nice with his daughter, Lucinda.

I turned to look at Lucinda, and I whispered, "How do you want me to scratch this itch of yours?"

Lucinda pointed at her skirt shyly, her gaze on me unfocused. "Could you scratch that itch down there for me? Make sure my dad doesn't see you."

As she said that, she took the initiative to spread her legs. From the looks of it, she was still unaware of what Jerry was up to as I happened to block her view.

I began to stroke her fair-skinned thighs. Her skin was so smooth that it was just mesmerizing to the touch. She bit her lip nervously, looking like an innocent vixen.

Deep down, I felt rather guilty at first. After all, I had watched her grow up, and she was practically like my own daughter. But once I saw Jerry fondling my daughter, all that guilt within me vanished and was replaced by immense excitement.

I slid my hand under her skirt and had the shock of my life. Not only had she gone braless, but she had gone completely commando, allowing me direct contact with her softest and most intimate place possible.

Unable to hold herself back anymore, she let out a muffled, low moan from the back of her throat.

Truth be told, I had wanted her for years. When I had gone to Jerry's place before, Lucinda would be in just a slip dress, her buds clearly visible against the fabric.

I had the urge to take her then, but I never had the balls to act on it. After all, she was the daughter of a close friend of mine, and she saw me as a close family friend.

But now, her lady bits were right in my palm, completely at my mercy. Her face shifted between flushing and nerves as her entire body broke into a fine tremor.

Based on my observation, she was loving the way I handled her. As an experienced man myself, of course, I knew how to pleasure a woman.

I turned to look at Jerry. He had reached a hand into Maya's shirt, squeezing and groping her with total abandon. Meanwhile, Maya was quivering all over under his playful touches.

I wasn't going to be outdone. I was going to make sure I did the same things to his daughter the way he was doing to mine.

I grabbed one of Lucinda's massive mounds, squeezing it ruthlessly in my hand. Its shape quickly molded and shifted under the pressure of my hand. At the same time, I worked furiously under her skirt with my other hand.

In her exhilaration, Lucinda whispered, "Mr. Glover, y-you're so good at this… You're… You're making me… want more. But make sure my dad doesn't see us. Otherwise, we're dead meat."

I nodded, shifting slightly to shield us from Jerry's view. Deep down, I thought to myself, "Your dad is no saint either. I, too, am capable of doing the same things as him."

The sensations coming through my palms continued stimulating my brain. It felt like a fire was crawling through my veins, rendering me restless. More than that, the burning desire within me was like an erupting volcano about to tear me apart from the inside out, tempting me to take it another step further.

Just as I was about to reach my breaking point, Jerry got to his feet all of a sudden. He had his arm over Maya's shoulders to support her as they headed toward the washroom.

"Nicholas, I'm heading to the washroom for a bit. You and Lucy stay here and enjoy yourselves."

I pulled my hands away hastily and straightened my back, responding casually, "Yeah, okay."

At the same time, Lucinda straightened her clothes so that Jerry wouldn't notice a thing. Once they were out of earshot, Lucinda let out a long sigh of relief.

She remarked, "That was close. We almost got caught."

Now that Jerry was not around, I could no longer suppress the animal within me. I wrapped my hands around Lucinda, ready to properly make out with her.

However, she then said, "It feels so tight and heavy down there, Mr. Glover. I really need to pee."

After saying that, she freed herself from my hands and rose to go to the toilet.

I sat on the couch and sighed. Based on her reaction, it was clear that she wanted it. If she managed to do her business in the toilet, she would probably be over her urges by the time she got back here.

At that thought, a slight disappointment nagged at me.

After some time, Lucinda hurried out of the toilet frantically. She pointed at the washroom door, her expression both nervous and excited.

"Mr. Glover, I think I saw… I saw my dad screwing your daughter in the washroom!"

The moment I heard that, my first instinct was to charge toward the washroom. That damn Jerry, how dare he actually go all the way?

However, Lucinda grabbed my hand and threw herself into my arms. Her soft and intoxicating curves made me freeze in my tracks instantly.

She pressed her sultry red lips against mine while she reached a hand down to seize me. "Mr. Glover, Maya looked really blissful in there. I want to feel the same…"