“I try,” he said.

“You know lots of guys let themselves go after settling down,” he finished.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “So it’s not that you are trying to pick up some hot young woman?”

He laughed, “Your mother keeps me in line,” He sipped his whiskey. “What ever possessed you to walk in on your old man?”

“I was just being a nice daughter and bringing you your glass of wine. Anyway, I thought we were moving on from that topic?” I asked, “You knew mum went to bed though so you had to have an idea it was me.”

“I did not, I thought your mother came in to brush her teeth or something,” he protested, “but you are right I said we should move on and we should.

The bulge in his boxes had creeped a little further down the leg, I was trying not to look but it was hard, both not looking, and I was starting to think his cock.

“Well, I can’t say I was expecting to see my father’s hard cock, but if you don’t mind the compliment, it was very impressive.”

He shook his head and then pointed at me with his glass in hand, “You did not see your father’s hard cock,” he declared before adding, “it was still hanging, not standing. And I don’t know why we are still talking about this.”

I smiled, “You, at your age, stand hard, like poking up to your belly button?” I took a big gulp, feeling wet at this discussion and feeling my nipples harden.

“Yes, at my age, I stand up,” he took another sip before saying quietly, “quite a bit, up.”

I turned in my seat, “Quite a bit? How quite a bit?”

“Kimberly, I know you and I can talk about almost anything, but I don’t thing you really want to know that do you?” He challenged me, shifting a little in his seat.

I glanced down at his boxes, his cockhead visible up the leg of his satin boxes. We sat there in silence a little longer, sipping our whiskey. I noticed dad glance down at my chest and couldn’t help but smile.

“I guess it’s just a bit of evening the playing field,” I told him.

He bit, “What do you mean?”

“Well, last week you saw my tits and this week I saw your cock,” I explained.

“Last week,” he pointed again, “I saw a woman wearing a white t-shirt,” he said no more than that.

“A wet, see though t-shirt, so a nice set of tits,” I could see he wanted to protest but kept his mouth shut. His cock head was poking out of his boxes now and I was loving seeing it.

He took the opportunity to change the topic, “You still seem to be keeping fit. You are happy with Mark? You’re not trying to chase someone younger?”

I smiled, “Yes daddy I am happy with Mark, and yes I, and he, are chasing hot women.”

“Wait, other women?” He asked, his cock creeping out a little further.

I smiled, I had an opportunity here, “Yes daddy other women, sometimes men, but to answer the question you didn’t ask, I am bi. I love sleeping with women, they just know how to touch a woman right,” I told him.

His cock lengthened more and he suddenly noticed, he went to cover himself, “Don’t worry, I’ve already seen it.” I said. He pulled his robe over himself but didn’t tuck himself back in.

“Don’t get me wrong I have no problem with you sleeping with women, your mother might, but I just had never thought of it,” he said.

I smiled, “You have never thought about lesbians and bi women?” I asked.

There was a wet patch developing in the front of his satin robe, “No I never thought of you being a bi woman,” he said.

I nodded, “So you have thought about bi women, you like watching women go down on each other?”