All of them like figments of my imagination but each of them power full and unforgettable. I smile as I think back of the magical times on IRC when th...y lighted up my imagination and fired up the sweetest and sometimes the darkest and desires. I close my eyes as the rock sounds of a band starts the lead singer pours his heart out and is backed by the wailing guitar and the determined drums. My thoughts are drawn to a specific moment in time something sweet that has stayed with me so long after. He tosses his keys onto the table and sits down, watching me. “Now that is a view I can get used to seeing every time I come home, Blonde,” he winks at me. “You're home early. I was expecting you in like an hour,” I don't miss pace with my squats, talking to him. “Shift ended early, due to the storm. Sad to see me so soon?” The girl on the TV keeps pushing us. Her voice loud and cheerful. I can't help but think that it would be nice to see her drop a weight on her foot. My legs feel as though. "Well, what could I do? Besides, the idea did excite me a little. So I strippedoff and my daughter bent me across her knee. But not before she had noticedthe arousal in my little cock and giggled, "Hey, daddy, she was right, it islike a clit, and look how hard your daughter's making your little clitty-cock." She waited a moment with me bent over her bare knee, before landing ahard smack on my arse which made me yelp out with a decidedly unmasculinesqueal of pain. A second later, she landed. `--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are u******e, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text--------------------------------------------------------This work is copyrighted.