You can pick me up and have your way with me.You do know that don't you dad?I've heard that about petite girls.No dad, I mean me! You can pick me up a...d have your way with me. Just imagine you teaching me to fuck in any and every position. Having your way with me. Doing things to me you've only dreamed of.Becky!You must have thought about it, you were watching daddy da(u)ghter porn. You have to like the thought of treating me like a fuck toy dad. I see you've got a hardon. Are you thinking. So there I was, alone on a Saturday afternoon. Under normalcircumstances I'd have been looking forward to a night out but Pete &the guys had cut off all contact with me. And the girls had had theirbit of fun with me and whilst Nicki had said that they had no plans forthe evening, I got the distinct impression that it was more a case thatthey had tired of the novelty of having a tranny friend and having noplans that involved me was probably a more accurate description of thesituation.So if I. John smiled, his wonderful wife must be out making some coffee so Santa would actually be able to assemble the toys properly for a change. John rolled over placing his face into the blankets on her side of the bed and inhaled deeply, he could still smell her essence despite the cool December air. He loved that sleepy smell. Shivering John rolled up on her side of the bed, closest to the bathroom. Opening the door he reached for his robe on the hook and found a hanger instead. He flipped on. It eventually escalated to me standing behind her on the packed train in the morning with my cock getting ever harder with the sway of the train while it bounced and rubbed on the crack of her ass. Thats when she began to noticed me. I even made note that her and her husband parked in the same commuter lot as me. And one time while we were on the train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business.