.." Dad ..."They spoke simultaneously. She told him to go ahead."Nikki, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you, but I just didn't know what to say." You sho...ld have said something, Dad. You just got up and walked away. It was like you were done with me and just wanted me to go away." It wasn't like that, but what could I say? What do you say to your daughter after you've just had sex with her?" You could have told me you love me." You know I love you." It hasn't felt that way. It's felt like you hate. I drop my bag on a wooden pallet nearby. I’m wearing a jockstrap beneath my cargo shorts, and he’s got his hand in there and now he unbuttons my shorts and puts his face against my cock, still protected in the jockstrap’s pouch. He breathes deeply and licks at the bulge in my jock, then reaches under my shirt and twists on my nipples. Jesus, that feels good! He unbuttons my shirt and I shuck it to the concrete floor. This feels like heaven to me, standing just inside a dusty warehouse with a. Some of the ladies who have known me for years have tried to get me to go out with them, even just casually with no romantic attachments. I know they feel sorry for me and just want to be company for a friend, but I have not been able to do it. Mercifully, some of the guys eventually spread the word that I was ‘Mr. Straight-Arrow,’ and was hopelessly still carrying a torch for Joyce. They remembered that when she was alive I would not stray an inch out of line. Even at conventions in Las Vegas. Deshona dropped the frigid exterior and actually began to smile. She shed her suit jacket and told Laura to make herself comfortable too. Under her jacket Deshona was wearing an expensive pearl-colored silk blouse that contrasted beautifully with her smooth, dark skin. She was not jet black, like Charise or Cecilia, but her skin was still dark, more like Randi's and Karen's."This blouse cost me seventy-five big ones, and I'm not splattering it with grease in the kitchen," she joked. "I wasn't.