He was good shape for someone in his late 40's. He could still feel very comfortable without a shirt on and he knew his ample package was more than m...st ever thought about having. Although, as long as it had been since he had been able to use it, he was beginning to wonder if it still worked.It was about 7 when he went downstairs to start the coffee and pour himself a bowl of cereal. As he stood in the kitchen in his underwear, he saw her on the bay, riding her kayak. Her strokes were. I stood up and kissed him again, he took my bra off before pushing me down onto the bed. While he laid himself down on top of me, he asked if I was still on my period. I told him I was. He said damn I really want to fuck you. I replied offering my back door to his hard cock. He was rather suprise as he knew (or thought) I didn't really like it. And he asked if I'm sure. I said yes its one night and I'm also horny and want you to make love to me. He stood up and got our drinks, which we quickly. Her mouth gets wide open and her eyes look high as she starts moaning. She puts the phone aside and uses her both hands to massage her tits.She now closes her eyes and imagines Aryan is with her on her bed. Massaging her own tits, she imagines Aryan doing all that. With the image of Aryan all over her mind, she feels her pussy getting wet and imagining Aryan sliding his hand inside her shorts, she slowly inserts her hand inside her shorts and rubs her clit through her thong.It is wet already. Dad was always away and ignorant of what happened inside his house.I grew with a lot of conflicts but in my outside I tried to develop a heavy macho image, with muscles, football and a lot of girlfriends.Also I was an excellent student with lots of extra classes, I had a strong sexual image to all that knew me. Sure as I was, I never believed that anything would affect me in any way, then my life had a twist.What happened?I was just doing some phrases, but phrases that reassured me that I was.