I had driven by it several times while living in North Carolina a few years back. “It might be fun to drive by there,” I thought. “Maybe I’ll ...et a free exercise bike out of it.” I was seriously impressed that this author wrote a multi-chapter story to get rid of what was probably a crappy old exercise bike in his garage.“Ring!” My thoughts were interrupted by my morning wake-up alarm. I glanced around the edges of the black-out curtains in my messy office. Sure enough, a sliver of sunlight was. "Yes Daddy I'm sure, and besides we both know a quickie with you ends up being more than just a quickie. Ah there are my pants!" The heels made a distinct clicking sound as I walked across Daddy's tiled kitchen floor to pick my wayward pants and underwear up. As I bent down I felt Daddy Mike's hands on my hips and gasped as his cock poked between my cheeks."Come on baby, just one little quickie then you can go to class. See what you do to me? You walking around in those sexy stockings and cute. Gaaaaawd... I thought.. she's masturbating!!!! I crept down the hallway to their room and could see through the crack of their door that she had a vibrator stuck deep into her cunt with her head pushed back on the pillow. She was having one great time! My dick reached maximum PSI by in a matter of seconds so I thought I would head downstairs and pull one out. I laid on my back on my bed... boner pointing to the sky... the image of Connie's gash in my head. I decided to go slow and really. He had nice hands. There was a certain weight behind his movements, the subconscious confidence of someone who knows they have physical power. His head turned again. We made eye contact for the shortest moment, then he looked to the front, glanced back at me, and quickly looked away. So uncomfortable. Pretty cute. The work took my attention for a while. When he looked around again, I met his gaze. This time he held my stare, as if waiting for me to look away first. His brow furrowed as our eye.