I became the lover of my childhood friend's father. It wasn't planned. We met by chance on Tinder, you know how it goes – some flirting, getting to know each other, light sexting, and a suggestion to meet. From the start, he told me he was married and had a family, and that discretion was important to him. Before we met, I had no idea who he was. He, on the other hand, knew exactly who I was, including the fact that he had practically been a father figure to me when I stayed at his house with his daughter for many years. Times have changed, and now, instead of making me sandwiches and driving me to concerts with his daughter, he's finishing on my face and treating me like his slut in bed. We've met four times in the past two weeks, and I'm really enjoying it.