And, even so, I knew from looking at the color-printed photo that it was the same dog from the park. The look in the eyes were the same. Even from a p...per photo, I could 'feel' his look as surely as I could still feel my feet tingle. The tingling sensation increased, and my crotch got wet and 'itchy' all over again.Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was almost six. I pulled the post off the board, folded it, and slipped it into my pocket. I needed to go home and ... shower.My eight-floor. I didn’t want to admit it, but if I didn’t think of Gerald as a brother, I would throw myself at him like a pair of panties.He smoldered with little preparation. With animal magnetism, he drew men and women toward him with rugged, mature expressions—the kind of expressions that perpetually asked, “What?” or “Seriously?” But his personality, so positive and convivial, combined with immense empathy, to make him irresistible. Yet, the most attractive thing about Gerald was that he didn’t have an. My only c***d was on her hands and knees being fucked doggy style. I couldn't see who was this man fucking my daughter so vigorously. All I could see was his brown back and his muscular ass going back and forth as he fuck her."I love you dick, Tyrone", she yelled at top of her voice. So it was Tyrone that was fucking my 20 year old daughter. Tyrone worked at gym not far from our home. My daughter and I were members and attended aerobic classes Tuesdays and Thursdays. I noticed two weeks ago. Take a good look, asshole! You REALLY want to take him on?"The tall backstabber took a closer look at the man holding his arm, then his glance flickered toward the front of the bar, where a long plate glass window ran the length of the establishment. Something ... some recognition, flashed in his eyes.A short, dark-haired, limping guy more my age came forward, carrying a Louisville Slugger."If, by chance, you make it past G, I'll put you down myself. You still want to fight?"The man with the.