“Oh, Daddy, I love you so much.”His eyes were on me. I grabbed the hem of my boob tube. I peeled it up, dragging it over my round tits. Just as my...breasts popped out, Daddy letting out a groan of awe at my youthful perkiness, the front door opened.“...good buy,” Mom was saying.“Shit!” Daddy groaned and drew up his sweat pants. “Oh, shit.”“Fuck,” I muttered, shoving down my boob tube. I spun around and found Mom entering with shopping bags, my brother right behind her.. My balls were tight and had a slight ache to them and my cock throbbed along with my raised heartbeat. It didn’t feel long until I would be able to make myself cum hands free, so I decided I would give it a go that night. Before all that I decided to calm myself down a bit with a short run, I was feeling a bit cooped up and felt I needed to make the most of the day before I could enjoy myself later. After my cock had calmed down a bit I put on my running gear and did a few stretches. The head. Enough of the buildings and street artists, I wanted her in my frame. Those denim shorts hugging her beautiful behind as she walked carelessly in front of me doing a full turn every now and then as she was enjoying the attention. She was almost flying. It seemed as if she was in slow motion watching her through viewfinder display.We sat opposite each other in the cable car taking us up to Montjuic. The clear day offered us some amazing views as we got higher off the ground. Once again, I. It’s the sadness that comes from the realization that after eighty years of walking around on this planet that he had only lived a hundred days. There is the regret that twenty nine thousand days were not lived. Twenty nine thousand days wasted pursuing the mundane rather than the passion!The elderly look back to their days as children with fondness. Those were the days when each day was an adventure. There was growth, there was change, and life was vibrant. Later in life, adults live through.