He was a good k** and a good influence on Courtney, but I am not too much on her latest. He is a smart ass who does not seem to cherish my daughter a... he should. He always seems to be putting her down, which I do not like, but I told her she could date who she wanted. A few nights ago she invited him over (after asking permission) to watch a few movies. I of course said yes, and settled down in the library to give them some time and lose myself in a book. From time to time I could hear them. Usually on these outings it would be two or three AM before I returned home. Tonight I found myself on Interstate 95, headed north toward home at around 10:00 PM.Sarah, my wife, would surely be stunned by this. With two toddlers at home, there was a certain amount of guilt that came along with these outings. I decided not to call. I'd surprise her. Who knows, maybe I'd even get lucky! After staring down the blouse of a sexy, raven haired waitress all night, I was sure horny enough.Once home, I. .. business." Oh." She placed her drink back on the bar. "Business business or monkey business?" Maybe a little of both." He lowered his hand to her knee. She did not object. So, encouraged, he let it inch up her thigh. She still raised no objection. "How about you?"She placed her hand over his on her leg and brought it up. "Definitely monkey business."The bartender came over and looked at the two of them. He looked at the man's hand on the woman's leg and made a face. The man stared at the. I must see this through to the end, to the point where Father Patrick is going to soothe some other part of my body with warm nectar.I can imagine him using me and it’s not the thought of his manhood taking me, it’s the thought that I know he cannot resits my body and will feel guilty afterwards. That he has somehow broken some oath to his God, despite his sermons to the contrary.It was his preaching that started me off. It was him that said, “do not feel shameful, for, in the eyes of God, you.