I lay gasping as I lay watching my father undress. I caught my breath as he slipped his pants off and turned to me fully naked. I had seen drawings of...men's cocks in Sex Ed. class, but this was different. Where they had dangled down sleepily, his stood out as if a long, hard weapon. He lay back down at my side, took my hand and pulled it to his hard cock as his lips again kissed at my nipples. A pang of fear ran through me as I explored his erection. It seemed too big to enter me, but I knew. ’Her nerves were getting the better of her, as the hour past.A voice from above called “launch in sight sir” and they watched as the small speed boat rapidly gained size as it approached instinctively she knew `Moray’ was coming.A youngish deck hand appeared swung out a small deck from behind the seats of the after well, and stood with a boat hook ready to hold the other craft to the deck the engines of the larger vessel idled and the small craft was soon alongside, the little man she took was. I wanted to make mysteries and detective stories. I even wanted my own cool pen-name. People wouldn't see "Katsumi Hojo" on the spines of their favorite books; they'd see some cool moniker, like... well... I'd fantasized about it, but I never got that far.People didn't want to read my books. When I worked on getting published, those old-fashioned folks behind their big oak desks all said the same thing: you're too dry. You're too scientific. Worse yet... "can't you be a little more sexy?". It took a few days before Sandy worked up the nerve to look for Lush Stories on the Internet. She decided to Google the name and it popped up with links like "Lesbian," "Taboo," and "Reluctance," but the one she clicked on was "MILF." "Wow," she thought, as some pictures of beautiful naked people appeared. Sandy kept looking over her shoulder checking to see if anyone was behind her and could see what she was doing. Already Sandy was feeling guilty. The site had an interesting explanation for.