I looked in on my daughter's room. She was spread-eagled facedown on the bed. She was blindfolded but obviously aware of my presence as her head was t...rned to better hear my approach.I looked around but her 'boyfriend' was nowhere in sight. His car hadn't been in front either. I told myself that he could be coming back at any second and that I should go but the tempting sight of my hot daughter's naked body was too much to resist. I went back and locked the front door so that if he returned I. "Now look here, fellow," he snarled. "Are you trying to be funny with me? Do you know who I am?" I'm afraid not and I don't really care," I replied.He began to lift his hand from the hand rest and I laid a finger on the top of his hand and held it to the armrest gently.I watched him with a grim smile as he tried to remove my finger. I bet he felt as if I had put a steam-roller on his hand. He began to sweat and his eyes filmed with the pain he must have felt. He must have wondered how I managed. The next morning, I rolled over and saw my nude sister’s breasts, white and creamy, her red hair splayed all over the pillow and thought to myself, “I have to have her again, now!” I pulled the covers back slowly, moving them off of her lower body, exposing inch by inch her beautiful skin, her light freckles, the soft curves of her hips, her thighs.Her pussy was still red from the pounding I had given her just hours ago. I slowly slid down the bed and parted her legs. I lowered my mouth to her. I had visited Warren and his wife and two kids, his mom and dad and his brother Hank, but I guess I was jealous of him and his life. I needed to find me a girl I could love and who would love me, not for my money, but for me.So I looked in bars, in church, everywhere. I had attended church as a Methodist growing up, and continued as I grew older. I even did that computer matching thing and all I found was desperate people trying desperately to connect to someone, almost anyone. I gave that all.