Almost afraid to look, I peered back toward my daughter only to find her not there. Again, I wondered if I had only imagined it. I slowly crept to her...room and looked in only to see her on her side with her back to me appearing to be asleep. My imagination must be running away with me, I thought. Returning to my room, I finally fell into a fitful sleep. I started having nightmares of my daughter catching me masturbating while thinking of her voluptuous body. In the morning I awoke totally. Even if it was a long shot, I couldn't go one more day not knowing if you would ever return the feeling. I love you."Bethany was lost. She had no idea what to think. That little fucker tricked me! I should ... Wait. Hold on a second. "What are you talking about?! Your first?! I caught you with your little whore of a girlfriend last June," Bethany blurted out. Her emotions were running wild. She felt a rush of anger, warmth, confusion, and betrayal. But the only thing that made it to the surface. But slow, inevitable deterioration in physical appearance over many years rarely caused loss of love. No, he debated his love for her because he believed she no longer loved him.The years had altered her attitudes and focus. In the beginning she glanced frequently at him with love-dappled eyes, and he had basked in being the core of her interest. But that time had passed many years before, and still they remained in love with each other. Then came the long middle years, the friendly and polite. Directly in front of me was a young man of about eighteen. He had struck up a conversationwith a very pretty girl in a seat to his right and was loooking down at her talking excitedly when the bus suddenly jerked to a stop, knocking him into me.I was immedialetely concious of the large bulge in his tight jeans as it pressed against my lower stomach. The bus started up again, but instead of returning to his original position,the youth continued to lean into me. The feel of his if his cock.