" I thought quickly, remembering it was Tuesday and it was my wife's scheduled day to work late. "How about my place then?" I asked, and he just smile... and said "Okay" as he continued dressing. I quickly threw on my clothes, barely able to concentrate, and ended up having to tie my shoes three times, I was so nervous.He followed me back to my house, and I had to keep restraining myself from touching my cock through my pants as I drove, wanting to save it for later. All the while, crazy thoughts. You lead me through and it takes a little while to get accustomed to the darkness even though you lead us to the front row. Straight away you cup my breasts freeing them above my corset thus exposing them and begin to twist and play with my nipples. Smiling you inform me that the guy behind us is already wanking and tell me to turn and see, so i do. He is pulling harder at his cock as he sees that i am observing and although excited by the vision i turn back as i can feel another presence to. By that logic falling in love is grooming a victim." No -- it's not the same." How is it different?" It's different when one of the parties is twenty years older than the other -- that's how!" So that's it -- our age difference. Don't you remember our talk about how I think young and you think old and we meet somewhere in our late twenties? And last night -- that was real, Gretchen. I felt it and I know you felt it, too."Tears began streaming down her cheeks. "I'd better be going. I'll take my. "I told you to sit on my cock, Amanda." "I did, Papa!" "Not fast enough. Now, move your hands or I'm going to move them for you and you don't want that," he warned. She held her hands in front of her mouth again and screamed with every strike, him slapping one cheek and backhanding the other like he was slapping a face, smack smack smack smack smack and she was screaming and trembling. "Now you're going to take my cock again," he informed her. "It's too big, Daddy. It's too huge when- from this.