She couldn't have been. You are Daddy, that's it. You are imagining shit because you are a sick fuck. It's not her. It's you and just you. You'll just...have to find a way to get over this obsession with her. Don't make your problem, hers." Trying to resign myself to finding a way to stop these sick thoughts, I refocus on the road ahead of me. I let out a breath while gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary, feeling extremely tense. I note that at least my erection has went flaccid. Watson grabbed his papers and ran to class. By seven that night he was home. He had finished his classes, talked to his financial advisor about Aeron, and emailed his students concerning canceling the SCUBA classes tomorrow. He was wondering why they wanted him. He was after all just a history teacher. His thoughts were interrupted by the front doorbell. When he opened the door he was very surprised to see Miss. Freeman standing there. ‘Hi, Dr. Watson, can I come in?’ ‘It’s late and as you well. One of the girls came over and asked if they wanted something to drink or possibly a lap dance. Amy and Margaret declined. The waitress sighed and sauntered back to the bar. Her tits barely bounced.“Margaret, what the hell is going on?” Amy whispered. “Why are we here?”Margaret was about to answer when she looked up to the dancer who was leaving the stage and coming toward their table, still stark naked. As she slid into the booth, another girl approached the pole and shed her clothes.Amy. He grabbed my cock and put it on his mouth. It was a different experience for me.My friend was sucking me from underwater. It only lasted for less than a minute as he was out of breath. He came up again and hugged me. He placed his both hands on my ass cheeks and squeezed it. He placed a kiss again.Then he made me move back while kissing and I was stopped by a rock which was at my back underwater. It had a height till our chest but still, it was fully under water. He then went down and grabbed.