I did love him. That hadstarted long before. I dreamed about him and I fantasized about him. Iimagined myself taking care of him in every way possible... I wanted towear his team jacket and show it off to the girls. I wanted to make outwith him at the movies and share drinks with him in restaurants. Aboveall, I wanted to feel his swimmer's body next to mine.I was so excited when he kept my photograph. That was so sweet of him! Iknew it couldn't mean anything special, but it did make me feel. "Dad," He didn't wake up. I walked closer. "Oh my God," I thought. Dad was sitting on the couch in just his underwear. His thing was poking out from his underwear. I moved closer to get a better look. I never saw a real one before. It looked soft. I looked up at Dad. "Dad," I said again. Nothing. I bet he was passed out again. Mom always said when he drank a lot he would pass out and nothing could bring him around. I stood between his legs to get a better look. I bent over and put my face real. .."I was delirious in my fervor of humping that cock, but something elsewas coming through."The music," I thought, "Yes, that's it. The music is still playing." ...on video..." ...my friends...,"Phrases were being spoken."Wait a minute," the small amount of functional sanity in my headreasoned to me. "Those are NOT 'Pieces of a Dream' vocals." Is someone talking to me?" I asked myself.I opened my eyes and started to become aware of my surroundings again."My, oh my, oh my," I heard a female. He knew her face would run hot and her breath would escape from her as she wondered if anyone would see her man's hand brushing against her inner thigh. When they were alone his hugs from behind would be a little higher, his palms rolling across her clothes covered nipples. His affectionate kisses on her temple as they enjoyed their down time would be coupled with a deep gravely whisper about how great her bald little pussy feels when its seizing around his cock when she cums, and how he was.