..and now I virtually hated her. Since my wife died, Mia had become impossible, swearing at me constantly, skipping school at will, being brought home...by the police, smoking pot in our home, you name it. Now I was finally putting my foot down, in a way she would never forget. I knelt next to my daughter, and began stripping her. Initially, I started to unbutton her blouse, then realized there was no point in being delicate. So I tore the blouse open, causing buttons to pop off and scatter.. I was playing with a tennis ball, tapping it on the ground. While playing, I made sure I entered their room and accidentally hit the window pane with the ball breaking glass. (I did not break full glass but enough to peep inside).I got scolded for playing. But deep inside, I was happy that I could see through the window. This time I was very anxious and barely slept that night, thinking about morning. Finally, at 5.30 am, I was at the window peeping. The room was at the corner of the house, so. Soon though, you have him in a similar position, his briefs stretched by a bulge, his pale face red with comfortable embarrassment. You return the favour of glancing at him for permission, and gently pull the front of his briefs over his erection. His large cock springs from its prison, and makes its presence known. Seized by an irresistible desire, you touch it, stroking your hand up and down its length as his briefs fall unnoticed to the sand.He has the presence of mind to stop you, knowing. Finding a space at the very busy bar i place the tray on it and get ready for a long wait to get served.Thats when i notice someone standing next to me and to my delight its you.summoning up some courage fuelled with a few beers i think what the hell iv'e nothing to loose i move even closer and because the bar is so noisey whisper in your ear whats your name and telling you mine,then you do the sameto me putting your mouth to my ear to tell me.The tingle from your lips brushing sensously.