I don't know, son." It was honest, maybe not the best thing to say but not a lie. "I'm sorry Dad. Please don't hate me." The voice under the covers so...moved him he felt he was going to have to leave the room again. He knew that move would be misinterpreted as disgust or hate or some other negative emotion directed toward William. He had to stand his ground. He went to the bed and sat on the edge of it. The lump under the covers shifted left, away from where the girl sensed her father was. Having had no c***dren and a constant love of Yoga has certainly contributed to her very sexy appearance. I, on the other hand, am 12 years older than her and in spite of a regular workout routine, I have not aged as gracefully as she. Yet we still enjoy a strong sex life that tends to keep us both satiated. Lately, though, this reoccurring fantasy of “another guy”, has been included and the talk seems to get hotter and hotter. It always seem to be another guy fucking my wife as I watch and. He cannot keep his hands off me but he has to learn to keep his place and wait his turn, he loved sloppy seconds.We wandered for a while and sat in a public space where he began to caress and kiss me, hands and tongue everywhere hungrily exploring my sexy warm body.The room began to fill up with exited curious bi sexual males, all with raging hard ons that were obviously for me.My boobs were on show and being sucked by 2 different men, which I adore and someone elses fingers began to explore. "What'd ya go and get caught for?" his father had said. "Christ, you don't even have what it takes to be a good thief."Always Tim had had to prove to his father that he was good at something, that he was worthy to be called his father's son. When he brought home good grades from school, his father wanted to know why he hadn't been valedictorian, or at least made the honor roll. When he pitched a one-hitter in Little League, his father wanted to know why it hadn't been a no-hitter. The work he.