I am your daughters guest. We are home for the weekend from college and your wife and yourself decided to host us. I sneak down to the kitchen for a midnight snack to find you surfing the internet in the dining area. We lock eyes and you notice I am wearing your wives fishnet top. I explain how hot it is in the house but that I needed to wear something to the kitchen. You attempt to scold me and fight the urge that is growing in your pants. Before I walk upstairs I ask you one question, Who looks better in this fishnet outfit, me or your wife? ..
