Day 150:Damn but, that was hard to write down. I?m trying to keep it honesthere. This is my journal, after all. Or is it my diary? Guys can keepdia...ies too, right? Or is it just girls who do the diary thing and guysare the journal only types. Fuck I am so wound up now. So wound upstill.Paul was a real gentlemen that night. After I?d sobbed myself out andspilled my guts to him ? and after we killed off half the damn bottle ofthat bourbon ? he made sure I drank a couple of glasses of water. The dark dress looks good on her, and her hair is decently cut and braided. And she's got that submissive air that people in helping, service-oriented jobs (nurses, stewardesses, maids, etc.) often do.She's leading me to the side, where a closed door with the label "personal" is, fishes a key out of her pocket, and unlocks it. She's smiling insecurely and puts a finger to her lips, indicating I need to keep quiet about this, and then opens the door slightly. I smile back and slowly squeeze past. I am stunned.“Because I violated your privacy. It was wrong.” I reply“What if I like being violated?” My cock twitched at this, as she moved in closer to me, her tits resting just below my chest. I was finally picking up what she was saying. She was the dirty slut I always thought she was. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and moist. I pulled back.“Before we do anything, this is our secret, ok? No one at work or anywhere else finds out about this.” I said.“Of course not. Now give. It was so much more, so much better than she’d ever imagined. He’d been so gentle with her, too. It had hardly hurt, just a twinge of pain. But, Gawd, feeling Dad inside her was the best.She’d felt Dad cum the first time and been so proud. But, the feeling of him filling her, the stretching sensation she’d experienced with his erection buried in her, and feeling so full was amazing. She was still giddy from feeling Dad’s erection grow inside her. It had turned her on so much. But best, better.