Mr. X left more comments, he loved the story and wanted more, ’keep going’ and ’tell me more’ about what it was like to have sex with your own...dad‘. With… my imagination and several of my girlfriends ‘true’ stories, I wrote a part 2. I started writing more stories, but Mr. X was my biggest fan. I had no info on him except he was male. I started fantasizing about X and what he was like. In my mind I made him out to be like my ideal guy. I took my dads good looks, added the latest clothes, hair. But she invited me to her house as today she was alone and also she had a delicious gift for me. I was happy to hear it but how can I take leave. I called in my office and said my boss that I am suffering from fever so he gave me leave. I return to my home while my mom was surprised and asked the reason I was back. I told her that some relatives of my boss died so today we have holiday and I have to go for cemetery at afternoon for my present in afternoon.I said my mom that I am going cemetery. But the point is I was drunk. When we meet up she paid this guy sterling to distract me when my sister and stupid boyfriend fucked. The only problem was that this guy sterling was one of my best friends boyfriends. In other words I didn't want to catch HIV. So anyway we were walking to the edge of the graveyard, sterling grabbed my tit and started massaging it, I knew it was wrong but I fell into his hand. They were big and cold, and I gotta admit this has got me feeling horney so I shortened. What areyou anxious about?"I wasn't really sure now that I'd come this far. There was no reason tofeel embarrassed now, it was just the two of us and I liked the way helooked at me. I knew he had no interest in trying to hurt me. The onlything I could think of was... I wanted more, and I was afraid of whatthat meant for me. He was looking at me intensely, I tried to imaginewhat he wanted.Let's see... if I was alone in a car with a beautiful girl in what isessentially a slutty bondage outfit,.