I stared at the picture, which showed her from the side, on her hands and knees, showing off her figure, the smooth S-curve of the gentle outline of her shoulders dipping into the small of her back and her slim waist before rising back up to form an ass that I wanted to reach into the picture to caress.

I may have been drooling; I was definitely getting wet. And I wasn't sure if it was over wanting to touch this sexy girl's body, or from imagining my dad, in his youth, having his way with her, or both.

"Dad, you touched this amazing girl for, like, every day for...