My father is about 6'5 and I am about 5'11. He is 41, He is kind of bigger, slim, and he has thick thighs and a nice butt. He has beautiful hair. I st...rted having these strange feelings. Like this one time I was masturbating and nothing was really working, and then I thought to my self "should I try masturbating to dad, why not it will be like an experiment" so I started thinking of me and my dad having sex. My panties became wetter than ever almost as wet as they were that night my dad was. It paid peanuts anyway, and she was sick of being leered at by the older staff at her office who seemed convinced she was only there for them to lust after. She had happily exchanged telephone numbers with Marilyn and now she needed to decide what to tell Marc. He’d be supportive, of course, he always was. But she didn’t want to give too much away until she was certain of what was happening with their relationship. Maybe she would keep it all to herself until she was sure of where this was. Other times, she would walk up to me while I was sitting on the floor and give me a close up view of her very prominent camel toe. I was so horny. I thought my cock was going to explode just from the friction of my shorts. We kept working, cleaning, and carrying trash outside. Finally, Bonnie announced that we had done enough for the day. I agreed and started to move to the door when she said that she could not send me home in that condition. I wasn't sure if she was refering to my dirty. ” “Danielle…” you try to interrupt. “All you think about is sex. I’m doing the best I can and all you want is to fuck me right here in the kitchen,” she says as she looks at your boner. “Now leave me alone,” she softly says. You walk away from your angry girlfriend and put on some clothes. What Danielle said is not entirely true. It’s true that she does most of the work. She’s got a job to pay the rent, she cleans more than you do and she’s got to work hard at school to get good grades. But.