I didn't plan it. Still, I wouldn't trade it for the world!It all started three years ago. At least it did for my daughter. I had a habit of sleeping ...ate on Saturday mornings. My wife was an early-riser, so she would wake up and then send one of the kids to get me up sometime later. My son, Robbie, was 6 and my daughter was 9 at the time. My son would come in and jump on me. We would wrestle just like any father and son. It was good to get the blood pumping.My daughter, though, was more. She severed through inky tendrils. They melted into mist before her. The form merely flowed back from her and kept thrusting. When it passed over shadows on the ground, they rippled and writhed, drawing into the growing mass.Feeding whatever it lost.“Ealaín, what is the way?” I shouted and thrust at the figure.A lance shot out at my head. I ducked it, going into a crouch and plunging my sword upward at the figure. Part of the shadows hardened into a shield. My sword struck it. The tip embedded. He was very descriptive andleft nothing out. She was now past the letter and very aroused. Shewanted him to know how this story he wrote had made her feel. Shewanted him. He was miles and miles away, but she wanted to share anexperience with him.She called his cell phone and in her sexiest voice began to describein detail what she was doing to herself. She wanted him to know thatbecause of his story, she was so turned on that she was rubbingherself towards her first orgasm of the night. He made. I’m hoping the solitude of the park will ease my troubled mind. I see a break in the tree line and make my way through. It opens up to a boulder lined river. The perfect space to relax.I find a nice flat rock and get comfortable. One hand under my head I stretch across it, legs lightly parted and d****d down the sides. The skirt of my already short sundress slides even further up my thighs and lazily flutters in the light breeze. I close my eyes enjoying the feel of the sun and the sound of the.