I've always had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on you, and I think I've caught you looking my way more than a few times. I get it, there's nothing really wrong with it, I'm your daughter's best friend. You were always the dilf of my friend group, we'd giggle and talk about you in our circle. We'd tease your daughter Kelsey sometimes, but all in good fun. I'd find myself on the receiving end occasionally as well. Kelsey always the first to throw it back in my face. She'd tell us that she's caught my dad staring at her cleavage. The other girls would agree that between our two dads, they were definitely the hottest, but I think something about older men just clicked more for Kelsey and I. The maturity, the old man strength, rugged hands, the way you'd dress, maybe even a bit of the taboo behind it.

Early this year , my parent's got divorced, and over time I'd see my dad fall into a rut. I'm pretty sure I know why, but of course it is something as his daughter, I cannot give to him. He would remain good friend's with you which left the 4 of us (me, Kelsey, you, my dad) spending a decent amount of time together, especially over holidays when Kelsey and I were home from college. One fateful day I am home visiting my dad expecting Kelsey and you to come over any minute. You arrive and we embrace squealing for a moment, our dad's shake hands, Kelsey gives my dad a little hug and for a brief moment he smirks before letting out a semi enthusiastic "hello Kelsey!" I of course give you a similar hug and let it linger longer than it should, even touching your arm as we release.

We part ways, Kelsey and I up to my room, the men onto the couch to watch the game. "Your dad is always so happy to see me" I tell Kelsey giggling. She rolls her eyes "this again?" I look at her and smirk, "and you know that might've been the biggest smile I have seen from my dad since the divorce...