The day goes by, and there's still nothing new

The rest of the day went by without any further incidents, and Jack felt quite relieved when the girls finally withdrew to their own rooms to sleep. It felt like they'd been teasing him constantly over the last couple of weeks, even as he didn't have many clear examples of it, and it made him wonder if it was all just a part of his own, vivid imagination that they'd been up to something ever since their mother left the house.

Of course he didn't know why they'd plot something against him, but at one point he started wondering if they put the blame on him for Shirley's disappearance. That's not at all what it seemed like however, as they were all much friendlier around him than previously, which made him feel like a bit of a jerk for even suspecting they kept something secret from him.

All that didn't really matter though, as it seemed that his worst problem right now was becoming his own lust for the three girls hot bodies. It was something he didn't even like thinking about, but when he sat up late at night he found it increasingly unsettling that their faces popped up in his head again, whenever he tried to relax or perhaps surf the web for some other kind of inspiration.

As soon as he found the picture of some promising young lady, he found himself unwittingly thinking about Kim, Kate or Jennifer instead. Not even Shirley appeared in any of those fantasies at all, even as he'd known her body much better than his own by the time she left, but he did manage to find one last straw of hope when he happened across some footage from one of the local newspapers.

Samantha Hornes was certainly a very attractive young woman, at least when she tried to be, instead of sneaking around like a burglar in somebody's garden. The one problem he found about her was just that she reminded him a little too much of his own three daughters, which put him in a difficult spot when trying to think of her. But then again she was at least a person he'd recently met in real life, which was currently quite a merit, considering how he'd pretty much locked himself up in his house for the past week or so.

After doing some thinking he finally decided that he needed to get off at least once this week, or his libido would drive him insane at some point, but also didn't like the idea of staying awake all night while trying to figure some way to get his girls out of the head when doing so. For that reason he was looking forwards to yet another day alone in the house, though he woke up the next morning several hours after his daughters had already left the building.

"Shit." He grumbled as he glared at the clock, but knew that he still had plenty of time before the girls got home again. First he checked that they were all gone though, before heading for the bathroom, and tried his best to chase them out of his daydreams as well. It proved almost as difficult as before, but somehow he managed to keep focused on one young woman in particular, while pushing the more forbidden thoughts to the back of his head, and held on firmly to that image when slowly starting to jerk himself off in front of the bathroom mirror...