I grabbed a shirt thatwould sit just below the waste of my pants, allowing me to expose my tightabs and pubes at any given moment. My father was...in the kitchen when I walked down stairs sipping hismorning coffee and reading the paper. He looked up to say good morning,and stopped in mid sentence. "Hey Dad." I had to help him out. "Um...good morning Daniel, Um......." He couldn't take his eyesoff my crotch. "About last night, I am really sorry that I ....' I began to say. . I needed to act on these urges and explore a little bit.Turning on grindr and looking for the first horny guy wasn't exactly an option in 1998 and approaching strangers with that kind of offer could get me fired or worse. I came up with a unique solution. I got a few slips of paper, maybe 2x2". I would write looking for m2m and my pager number and leave it tucked away in the restroom stalls and shower stalls. I figured it was a long shot but in less than a week I had a response. My pager buzzed. I don't know if this may be of value but it is a copy of his laptop hard drive. Whilst he is always careful to lock the laptop I worked out the password. The man's one redeeming feature is he likes ballet whenever he goes on the laptop he always whistles music from Petrushka. It turns out the cretin whistles his password so when he was out I went on the laptop and coped its contents.”“It is a good job you don't want to spy on us you are actually quite good. I don't know what is on here but it. She’s close to cumming now and slides a finger over her clit to speed her approaching orgasm. Feeling her hand between us is the signal to pound her pussy hard and fast. I up my tempo, giving her full length and force as she moans the arrival of her orgasm. Jessy’s whole body goes ridged but I know from experience that she wants me to continue. Jessy shudders under me with every thrust, prolonging her orgasm. Jessy’s only response is, “DEEPER. DEEPER.” Just as I’m about to explode I hold my.