Later I would learn that he came from a broken abusive alcoholic family, and that the dropped out of high school. All he really had was his adorably c...te face, his mop of dirty blond hair, his slender youthful look, that gorgeous bubble ass and that big dick. I mean, it sounds promising, but for one thing and one thing only! How far can that get you in life? I run a gay bar, so I have seen lots of young male street meat like this. He was still pure, dancing and drinking and laughing a. Then, I put my right hand up under my head so that it was between me and daddy’s thigh, palm down. I began moving my fingers, just kind of flexing them at first, but then stretching them out and pulling them back again so that I was massaging daddy’s inner thigh.I didn’t know if that would turn daddy on or not... It worked. Daddy’s breathing began to change. Not much, but enough that I could hear the difference.I moved my head. It had been only on his right thigh. Now it was cradled between his. He felt as if he would explode in sheer delight with what she was doing to him. He wanted more, he wanted her and to be able to make love with her. Hopefully, that would be soon! She decided that they had probably been in the shower long enough, and she would move their activities to someplace new. She led him, dripping from his shower, to the living room floor and laid him down. She turned on some soft music, closed the blinds, and lit some candles, then came back to where he was at. She laid. Sometimes she stares at the offending man, hoping to frighten the groping man into removing his hands. Most times, my wife tells me that she does not look at the man since she does not want to see his face. When she does this, she says it is freightening realizing that this total stranger, whether young or old, regarless of race or cleanliness, is feeling her *** and up her skirt, and often groping her chest, and she is silently enduring it all, hoping only that other passengers aren't watching.