I have known my friend, Jack, since college days. I knew him before he married and had two daughters. I watched the little girls growing up and at the time of this incident they were 14 an 15 years of age. Today they are still in their teen years but booth now in the last years of college. Reflecting, I can only think of how fast time scoots by.

I was never into sports beyond track and field and ball games or any kind bore me. As such my efforts to play golf are laughable. I simply do not have a coordinated physical body. Jack could not give up on me on golf so during the warmer seasons would invite me to join him in his home which is near his golf club and several hundred miles from my residence.

It occurred to me that I could compromise with him and play nine holes and wrap it up, sparing me the entire course and what was to me a waste of time. I was always amazed by Jack's large, stately home with all its rooms, a full library and a chef's kitchen that no one uses since his wife ran off with a golf caddy some years before, not even leaving a note behind for her daughters.

Jack showed me to my room fairly late in the day. I was bone tired so I took a shower and went to bed. I woke up to a subdued, muffled thumping sound. Looking around I noticed the wall clock lit by moonlight. It was a bit after 3 AM. Following the thumping sound in my slippers I located a bedroom and stopped at the door to peek in. What I saw made me lose my breath and enter a mild shock. There was Jack on his back with his 15 year old daughter riding him. She was saying in a low voice, "Ohhh, daddy, daddy it's so good." He shushed her a bit and the
fucking continued in a tight cadence of thumping.

His younger daughter was with them. She was licking their connected genitals as well as she could, with her hand
on the connection, touching them both with her finger tips as they strongly fucked. Not wanting to be discovered, I quickly returned to my bedroom but all the pumped adrenalin kept me from finding sleep again. The moonlit images of Jack and his two daughters was indelibly etched in my mind.

I had very mixed feelings about all of it but decide two things, not to reveal what I had seen to Jack or anyone else and to create space between Jack and myself from that day onward. I might be mistaken but the relationship feels like it might explode at some point. Perhaps I'm just too square and old fashioned.