He picked out the perfect ham and strolled, leisurely back to the main house. He put the ham into the over and turned his attention to a basket of mus...ard greens which he cleaned and put into a large kettle with a ham hock. His mind wandered to the feel of Kayla as her body pressed against his, the scent of her hair as it wafted to his nostrils and he felt his length burgeoning beneath his faded jeans. It had been a long time since a woman had affected him like this. He had long ago blocked out. I want to bring home a date for the first time to meet my father. I wantto go on that first date and feel all the butterflies any young girlwould. I want to go to my prom on the arm of a sweet young boy and makehim a man before the night is over. I want to dance in a long gown andride side-saddle. I want to feel the weight of my breasts against thefirm support of my bra. I want to be treated like a lady. I want to be fucked softly and sweetly some times and on others I wantmy cunt pounded by. My mom used to say, “Just think of it as water under the bridge that you can’t bring back.”Fortunately for me, My Uncle Joe, my one and only real blood Uncle helped me to get my resume fixed up for the NYPD and I graduated right near the top of my training class and set out on the dirty streets of Spanish Harlem to right the wrongs of the world in my shiny new blue uniform.In a way, I guess I was lucky because it was a time when a cop was still due a lot of respect for being a buffer against. Ko thanks bolte hue bahar aane lagi,phir main mummy ko lekar ghar aa gaya,mummy ke face par aaj khushi thi aur ho bhi kyun naa,itne dinon tak unhone takleef sahi hai,phir mummy shayad kisi se whatsapp par chat kar rahi thi kyunki reply aane ka ringtone waisa hi tha,jab chatting khatam hone ke baad mummy fresh hone bathroom mein gayi toh maine unke mobile ka whatsapp check kiya,mummy uss time dad se baat kar rahi thi, conversation yeh raha,mummy-“Harry(my father’s nickname by mummy) aaj main.