"He's a friend of mine. He's a nice guy, but he got shot down a lot in high school, so he's not too confident around girls. Why don't you show him a g...od time? I'm sure you're eager to do whatever he wants... Sasha."I glared acidly at him. He ignored it, smirking at me again. "You're very horny right now, aren't you, Sasha?" he almost gloated. "But then, you're always horny, right, Sasha?"Even as he said it, it became so. I was suddenly beset with a desperate longing between my legs. The need. Mostly older homes. He's very successful." That's nice ... but is he a good guy?" Yes. The next time you're in Vancouver I want you to meet him. I think he's the one. His name is Scott Boyd. He's from Winnipeg, but he says he's never going back," she chuckled. "I think the ocean and the mountains seduced him and now I hope I've captured him."I smiled. That was good news, assuming this fellow was right for her. I felt very protective of my daughter, particularly since Sandra and I had separated.. When I arrived, the sun was shining but the temperature had reached 32 and the humidity was closing in. You must have seen my truck pull in because by the time I was out you had already breezed out the door and down the stairs like a breath of spring. Your blond hair tied up in a ponytail bobbing behind you and your yellow summer dress dancing over your body as you moved. The puckered elastic material clinging to your breasts showing just a hint of cleavage. Warm hugs all round, introductions. She did likewise and looked very beautiful and hot! Westarted to kiss, and she started to fondle my breasts...ever so gently. Ireciprocated and we both started to heat up...except I couldn't get anerection. I was mildly embarrassed and frustrated, but Morgan told me notto worry. From now on I would be her girl, and we would make love likewomen. Although I should have wondered about the comment, it felt rightand we kept kissing and fondling. I put my head between her legs and madeslow sweet.