Back to being distressed. As hard as I tried, sometimes it wasn't possible to stop thinking of Lori in a sexual context and predictably, my cock would start to respond as it thought it should. When I started to get hard, I would excuse myself to go to the bathroom, give myself a stern lecture about the fact that Lori was my daughter, wait for my cock to get soft and rejoin Lori in the media room. Sometimes, no matter how much I chastised myself for having inappropriate thoughts about Lori, my cock would not go soft. I usually lounged around in loose fitting sweat pants and there was no...