I followed him and he appeared to be heading for my house till he took a turn and led me down a road I love. I was very impressed when we rolled into ...is driveway and parked. He waited by the front door, opened it, and said, “Follow me.”The house was huge, very bright, and decorated with awards and art. We walked up the stairs to a bathroom that was half the size of my house. He told me to shower and pointed to a door down the hall. “Meet me in that room when you’re dry,” he ordered, “and keep. The next thing I heard was the loud closing of their bedroom door and then a series of muffled squeals and giggles.I sure didn't want to stick around after that display. I definitely didn't want to see the satisfied smirk on Dad's face when he left for his golf game, so I went to the backyard and started mowing. I saw Dad when he left from the corner of my eye, but I just concentrated on mowing and pretended not to see him leave. I guess it was about ten minutes later that I finished the. .Although my main fantasies were girls I also used to think about having an experience with boys, or even better, an older man. When I played with my action men I would often make genitalia for them out of plasticine and get them to have sex, this usually gave me an erection and, if I could, I would quickly wank into a tissue.I was very interested in military history and a friend of mine told me his granddad had lots of old history magazines and artefacts like medals, badges and that sort of. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I am not a girl&hellip, Okay, that sounds like I am saying I have a dick. Well, do not worry, I do not. All I mean by that is that I absolutely HATE shopping. I never understood how women can spent.