. my youngest daughter. She didn’t wear much in the way of clothing, but she wasn’t naked, either. She had my T-shirt on ... and nothing else. Smi...ing even more at me, Linds quietly slid my boxers down to expose my thick cock, stiff with my morning wood.“Daddy, I think that it’s time, don’t you? We’ve been flirting with this for a while now, haven’t we? Certainly we did so last night. You want this ... I want this. I don’t think that it’s an accident that you wear the colors of House Targaryen,. I says to myself “let me see if I can suck some fat dick this morning, it’s been awhile and I am hungry.”I turn my car around and pull up to the garage door and stop.I started staring at his crotch.“Hey what’s up?”I lick my lips before I speak already I can see them wrapped around his hot cock.“My air conditioner isn’t working,”“Ok, hop out,” he says “I’ll pull it into the garage and take a look at it, it shouldn’t take long.”I exaggerate my thanks playing the damsel in distress. “Oh thank you. Zero. Zip. Nada. Neit. There was sex between some of the troops, of course, but often none---and so returning home, these young guys were practically exploding with frustrated sexual urges and desires; and the number one, overriding urge the came home with was to either fuck some woman, any woman, like crazy, or, it that wasn't a possibility, then lots and lots of masturbation (and plenty of porn to go with it), or, failing that, a blow job, and blow job by whoever was willing to give it; and. .your hands held high above your head anchoring you crushing you against the large blue door hiding from the street lightskissing you like there's no tomorrow tongues tango, breaths quicken knee pressed 'tween your thighs feeling your heat feeling you grind against me arousal heightened by the possibility of getting caughtlater you tease with a slow reveal that I'm not allowed to touch but my eyes soak you in videotape mentally for futur personal.