You're twenty-four, I'm sixty-one. It's not fair to you, you need a younger man."He had never broached this before, we both were well-aware, of course... that we were far apart in chronological age, but it had always remained unspoken between us. Until now.I felt a coldness run through my body."I really don't care, Eric, it makes no difference to me at all. I don't want anyone else, regardless of their age," I told him, trying to hold back my emotions. "I only want you, just you."I really didn't. It felt awesome and looked hot, he thought. He'd squeeze his fingers around the rigid root just pushing down against his balls and imagine it was some older man. Seducing him. Whispering in his ear in a low manly voice, “Do you like that?”Reagan would squirm, hearing the imaginary voice in his ear. “Yes,” he'd whisper in answer.Then suddenly Reagan's fingers would be clutching the older man's heavy cock and hearing the man ask again, “Do you like that?”“I fucking love this...Daddy,” Reagan,. Life continued as normal.Nearly every night Caden laid in the dark, masturbating to fantasies he created about her. Sometimes he imagined that he walked into the bathroom a few minutes sooner. He imagined slipping into the shower with her, running his hands over her wet body as he fucked her under the warm water.Other times he fantasized that Siene had crept into his bedroom at night after Anthony was asleep, crawling under the covers with him. He imagined waking up just as she was penetrating. I lower into my chair, Alyssa straddling my hips. Her ass is still resting in my palms and it’s the softest, curviest I think I’ve ever had my hands on. She lifts away from my neck and gazes at me, those blue eyes more intense than I’ve ever seen. I’m completely speechless as she slides her blouse off. It drifts to my feet, followed by the bra. Alyssa trails her long elegant fingers slowly down from her collarbone, over both breasts and onto her stomach, which is all the more appealing for the.