He had pushed me aside and taken my girlfriend's pussy. He had fucked my throat in front of her and called me his pussy.I tried to imagine for a momen... how he must feel. In my apartment, my bedroom, deep inside my girlfriend, fucking her while I watched. I'm sure he got a kick out of doing this, but it didn't seem an unusual experience for him. I'm sure he had done this before. I knew he must have had this effect on girls, sure, but on other guys too: to step aside for him. To defer to him, to. But there was more. There was an entire front view waiting to be discovered; and his favorite part of a woman – breasts – had not even provided a mere peak. Excitement ran through his body as he realized the opportunity available. If he planned the setup well enough, he could see his daughter’s holy features. Based on the way shirts draped her chest, he already knew her nipples would be perfect – slightly puffy with the areolas the size of a quarter. Perfect for sucking on. But what color where. One was a teddy bear with blood all over it. One drawing showed a hand with missing fingernails. There was another one showing a lot of children but one girl whose skin was completely blue, one drawing showing a flower with broken petals inside a cage, another one showing a mutilated doll surrounded by monstrous creatures, and one page was coloured completely black. He wanted to know the meaning of these pictures, she was trying to communicate through them, but nothing was clear. Next day he. Just you and me." I know what you mean," he stared at his wife. She was beautiful. Tall, slim, blue eyes, stunning face and body, shapely legs and intelligent to boot. He felt that he was lucky she was in love with him though no children were on the horizon. Little did he know that her mother had showed her how to prevent from becoming pregnant until she felt ready to have a baby. "But I think we'd get bored real fast being down here all the time." What a way to be bored. Making love, swimming.