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The following days continued as before. Xiaoying and I went to work every day, and Xiaoying, as always

, left work two hours earlier than me. Before we got home, she would prepare dinner and wait for us.

Because my father's hands hadn't fully recovered, our son Haohao was still with my mother-in-law. We would bring him over once my father's

hands were completely healed. During this time, the three of us made a special trip

to my parents-in-law's house, mainly to see our son Haohao. We hadn't seen him for a long time, and my father, Xiaoying, and I

missed him terribly.

At my parents-in-law's house, we inevitably ate and drank a lot. Because my father's hands weren't fully healed, I had to

drink with him by myself, and we ended up drinking quite a lot. After the meal, we arrived home drunk, not caring about

the time, and prepared to lie down and go to bed. Because I have a high alcohol tolerance, my mind was relatively clear.

On the way here, I saw a hint of anticipation in my father and Xiaoying's eyes. Thinking about it, a week had passed since their

last intimate encounter; perhaps they were already impatient.

After arriving home, I lay on the bed, half-asleep. Xiaoying brought me a towel to wipe my face, fed me

water, and gently helped me undress. She cared for me tenderly; she was always so

gentle and virtuous, no matter the time or place. I heard the television coming from the living room; my father must be watching TV there.

Apart from me, Xiaoying and my father seemed very energetic; perhaps they were both waiting for

something .

Even though I was drunk, my mind was clear, and I had a premonition of what would happen tonight. After taking care of me, Xiaoying

started tidying the room, which hadn't been cleaned all day. Lying in bed, pretending to be asleep,

I struggled against the drowsiness, wanting to be fully aware of everything that was about to happen between my father and Xiaoying. The only sounds in the living room were Xiaoying tidying up

and my father watching TV. Aside from their normal, necessary conversations,

nothing unusual happened.

I don't know how long I held on, because although I was sober after drinking, I had no

concept of time. I only know that I held on for a very long time. My last memory was of Xiaoying gently covering me with

the blanket , pulling it back over me after I'd unintentionally kicked it off

. Finally, I couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep, though I was very unwilling. In my hazy

sleep, I had the same dream as that night, only this time the scenes were clearer, and

the intimate actions between the two in the dream were more intense than before.

I opened my eyes; it was already the next morning, and I was woken up by that familiar alarm clock. I groggily opened

my eyes, my head still spinning, perhaps from drinking too much last night. As I got out of bed to put on my slippers, Xiaoying, who

was preparing seemed to hear me. She quickly opened the bedroom door and came in, helping me

get up and put on my slippers. Xiaoying, wearing an apron, busied herself with me. Standing beside her, I suddenly smelled

the scent of shower gel. It seemed she must have showered last night, because her hair was dry, so it definitely wasn't washed this

morning . Smelling Xiaoying's body and hair fragrance, I went to the bathroom to wash up, and then

ate breakfast with my father and Xiaoying.

Perhaps thinking about everything that happened last night, I secretly observed Xiaoying and my father's expressions and eyes. I found that

apart from a slight abnormality, their expressions were almost flawless, as if nothing

had happened last night. Was that really the case?

After getting off work that evening, while Xiaoying was fast asleep, I turned on the home computer and started watching

the videos from last night. About an hour after I fell asleep last night, at my father's urging, Xiaoying and my father

made love again in his bedroom. At first, they seemed

a little But in the end, realizing I hadn't woken up, or perhaps unable to suppress

their final desires, they began to frantically engage in mutual lovemaking. I, however,

was sound asleep in the next room, fueled by alcohol, and didn't hear any of the sounds, although they were barely audible in my bedroom

.

They performed the same familiar acts, oral sex and leg sex, without any further development.

This time, Xiaoying didn't let my father touch her breasts, not even through her bra. It seems that last time Xiaoying

let him touch her breasts was as an apology and a form of comfort; perhaps that was the only exception she made.

Although my father was disappointed, he was still overwhelmed by the lovemaking that followed and continued to frantically enjoy

the other parts of Xiaoying's body. Finally, after they were both satisfied, Xiaoying and my father went to the bathroom to shower, washing

away the marks of their lovemaking. After Xiaoying entered the bedroom, she looked at me sleeping soundly and

secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She seemed worried that she had been so focused on enjoying herself that she had forgotten I was in the next room.

With guilt in her eyes, she gave me a deep kiss, then lay down beside me and fell into a deep sleep. It seemed

my judgment was correct. Although they had let go of each other, that guilt between them would never

dissipate. How long would it last? A lifetime.

In the days that followed, everything slowly changed. As my father's injuries gradually healed,

fewer and fewer people came to visit during the day, until almost none. So, taking advantage of the two hours Xiaoying arrived home before me,

my father and Xiaoying would use this time to be intimate. Usually, they were very in sync;

perhaps just a glance from the other meant they knew what the other wanted. However, they didn't

do this , usually every two or three days. And they varied their methods. Sometimes it was just simple oral sex,

sometimes 69, and most of the time it was passionate leg sex, letting their most intimate parts rub

together at close range.

It's understandable, considering I rarely get drunk. If it's not during those two hours of

free time during the day, aside from when I'm drunk at night, we hardly have any time for intimacy. We both controlled ourselves well; neither of us...

They crossed that final line, and with the passage of time and the increase in intimacy, their emotions and

expressions became completely natural. Every day after work, I didn't need to check the video to know if anything had happened

between ; I could tell just by smelling the scent of shower gel on my father and Xiaoying.

Every night, after Xiaoying fell asleep, I would observe

what , hoping to see if they would one day cross that final line. But every day brought a mix of

disappointment and relief. Perhaps having witnessed their multiple instances of leg-fucking and oral sex, seeing this

scene no longer stirred much excitement within me; it seemed as if it were all perfectly natural between them

. Even on days when they weren't intimate, my father would take advantage of Xiaoying tidying her room or making dinner

to touch her buttocks, stroke her hair, and so on. They would quietly and gently engage in

some ambiguous physical contact, expressing their ambiguous feelings to each other.

Life continued, and seeing my father and Xiaoying always stuck at that final step, I began to feel

a growing anxiety. It's funny, but the one who should be anxious is the father. Although he hasn't actually

penetrated Xiaoying, always respectfully preserving that last vestige of privacy for her, the videos from this period

show he hasn't stopped his curiosity about the depths of Xiaoying's body.

At this point, I knew that if I didn't take some action, the two of them would remain at this

level, perhaps never taking it any further. This was the time for me, the "matchmaker," to play a decisive

role; I was the key to their first time together. But what method should I use?

Should I tell Xiaoying and her father directly? Definitely not. I couldn't predict the consequences. What if Xiaoying and her father

couldn't accept the truth? I couldn't bear that. What should I do? I've been racking my brains for days,

but I have no clue what to do. I've carefully considered the consequences of each method, and finally, I decided to use

the method I least wanted to use, the most abrupt and risky one.

Although "fortune favors the bold," and it might succeed or fail. But

after careful consideration, I still believe the chances of success are the highest. I'll stick to this method, but I don't know if it will succeed

in the end

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