It does not have to be a long stable relationship deep love or anything but attraction, and friendship. Picking up some one and fucking them is to me ...ike fucking a pig. Plus if she will do it with you who else has she done it with. Pen Pals are a cover for the fear of relationships. Fear of the light, fear of the dark, fear of contact. Fear of being shit on and fucked over, told on or as in my case Moved. We wrote for a long while, without phoning or anything. I always feared that someone. Me: Now I am your husband right, you should not ask. You have to do it.She kissed me on the lips immediately. I squeezed her boobs even more.Shruti: How about that? Would my husband like that?Me: What, your husband? Any man in this world will have a boner if you do that. See my dick.I got up and showed her bludge in my pants. I lowered my pants and underwear, showed her my hard dick.Me: See how hard my dick is rightHer eyes got fixed on my dick.Me: Do you want to continue the role-play,. “Good. I’m glad you’re such a loving daughter. Your father is a lucky man.” I hated when he spoke about my dad. “Now Betty, when I say you are going to fuck me, I mean you are going to climb on top of me, and ride my cock like your life depends on it. I don’t want some lazy bitch who lays back and takes it, I have a wife for that” he laughed. “So to help, we will use this...” He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a leather collar and chain. He wrapped it around my neck and locked it in. Dad was great at getting into the spirit ofany game, and being just competitive enough to make it fun and no more.Mom could be a little too competitive sometimes, but not as bad as sheused to be, to hear Dad talk. They had a big collection of card gamesand board games most of my friends at school had never heard of, andbefore Daniel's parents had forbidden him to go over to my house, we'dplayed a lot of them. Daniel's parents weren't into games, and most ofthe best games at my house were for.