You know his route well enough that you don’t have to follow him anymore. You can watch him all the way in your mind’s eye. You’ve thought long ...nd hard about leaving the note. It’s harmless fun sitting by the window, watching him leave and then fantasizing about having sex with him and masturbating several times before he returns, but leaving the note will change everything in ways you can’t predict and the outcome might not be anything like what you’ve been imagining. Things could go terribly. Sam went off on a diatribeabout pitching. He told me with some pride that he'd been chosen to throwbatting practice, but instead of letting them "just hit the ball," hadthrown each and every pitch beyond the capabilities of the batters tomake contact. After the fourth batter gave up in disgust, Sam wasrelieved of the responsibility. "No pitcher worth his salt wants to pitch batting practice," he informedme. I found myself with conflicting thoughts. I could hit Sam's pitching,couldn't I? As. "Do it," she whispered to me. Then I turned her back on her back. My best piece approached her moist, virgin vagina. With the glans I first moved her labia up and down, our juices were already mixed. She clutched the bedspread. She signaled to me that she was ready. I leaned over to her, kissed her, and penetrated her. Careful. Centimeter by centimeter. She groaned. A mixture of pleasure and pain. It was tight - very tight. I quickly noticed how I had pierced her hymen. Her face twisted a. "I know what you fucking wanted." She paused and then said, "You wanted a fucking blow job! You were hoping your own daughter would suck your cock, you incestuous pervert." I turned white and the blood rushed out of my face, I didn't know what to say. Then my daughter went over to where I hid the camera. She grabbed and handed it to me. "What the fuck did you think? Did you think I would find it or the one you have in my bathroom." I was so embarrassed, my daughter caught me. "How...how did you.