(One of my fantasies.) I went into his study, there he was, at the computer screen, working away on a spreadsheet for one of his clients. That was it!...I was tired of being ignored, I was tired of competing for my father’s attention. All those long suppressed feelings welled up and… I had an idea! I ran upstairs and took off my clothes. I took a quick shower, putting on some body lotion that smelled sweet and fresh. I went to my dresser, and found a T-shirt. Putting it on, I looked. Without a word, she came through the door of Aaron’s little office at home, turned away from him as she got naked and got down on all fours. Her pussy was wet as usual. The weather was warm so he only had some lounging shorts on and they were quickly out of the way. Her soft squeals as he plunged to the bottom of her horny twat in three strokes were music to his ears. Assuming this position was her signal that she just wanted raw fucking so he slammed against her buns until he groaned out his. What was so wrong with that in these post-feminist times for goodness sake? Amanda was very proud of her physical beauty. Amanda had everything to be proud of, and every right to be proud of it."I hope my services were satisfactory to you madam", whispered the dark-panda-patched-under-lower-eye-lidded, pale-from-the-pain–of-her-heavy-period, lovely Amanda, as she stood tiptoed at the pay-till having bobbed a sexy tight curtsy to her customer, with a dip of her stupendously lovely legs: Amanda a. Come back to bed and give me a kiss.”Amelia smiled and crawled back towards me as I stretched on my back. Still in her white camisole and string bikini panties, the top drooped open and gave me a flash of small, delicate breasts with dark pink areolae and tiny nipples.Desire flushed though me; warm heat and intense yearning. Amelia was so sexy, so pretty. She paused when the sheet twitched at my groin. Mystical light stole into her eyes. She smiled, as if satisfied.To me, Amelia was a different.