“Fuck,” I muttered and shoved her panties beneath the sink. I turned on the faucet, washing my seed off. “Why did that fucker Clint have to get ...n the goddamn television and make me think it was even remotely okay to lust for my daughter?”I dropped the wet panties into the hamper and strode out of the bathroom, feeling guilty and elated all at the same time. I wished I had the courage to do as Clint suggested: to love who I wanted. But my wife would kill me. My daughter would freak out. I’d be. So when asked whether I have c***dren, I usually say: not to my knowledge, no, and smile a little, thinking of one of the most horny girls I have ever met.Memories of '78As an elderly gentleman, I sometimes look back in time. Let me tell you about my zipless fuck, as the term was at the time. I had been in Stockholm, Sweden and were heading back to Uppsala in my red Alfa Romeo late in the evening, whem I spotted a girl walking in the chilly summer night with a skirt, short as the British petrol. 7hgt,brow eyes,7inch cock…Yeh story 2years back ki jab mei job karta tha aircel mei wahi he ek ladki thi jiss ke naam nive tha,uska heigt 5.4hogayi,size 34-28-34,fair in colour lovely eyes,and cute smile,usne aircel joined ki pehele din thaa woh mere sath buddy kar rahi thi,hamari jaada baat nahi us din sirf usko mein training diya,do char aais3 he nikal gaye,baad mei hum ek dusre close hote gaye,ek ussne mujhe call kiya office ke baad aur kahne lagyi i miss u today woh din mere weekoff tha. ’ i murmured, then noticing the camera held down by his side in his other hand, and the slight bulge showing through his dressing gown ‘Then again perhaps you do. I take it you’ve had a look through that?’ Sitting up, i groaned slightly i was aching down below particularly from deep inside my ass, remembering what had happened, i wasn’t surprised really. I reached and took the coffee taking a sip ‘Hmmm, that’s needed. So have you looked through the pics then?’ Dan smiled, leaned down and kissed.