Back to being distressed. As hard as I tried, sometimes it wasn't possible to stop thinking of Lori in a s****l context and predictably, my c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k would not go soft. I usually lounged around in loose fitting sweat pants and there was no way to hide my c**k when it was angry (or happy). At times like this, I would drop my sweats and jerk off into the bathroom sink. Whether I liked it or not, and more often than not, little fantasies of Lori
