He smelled of alcohol and of man, the real kind, all raw and primal, musky and sweaty.I was mad with unspent lust and my hormones were kicking me at m... weakest.I shuddered.What the hell was wrong with me? I should be having better control over my urges.But daddy was so big. So strong. So fucking manly and dominating.He was unlike anyone I had ever seen, including Nick, my boyfriend. And Nick played lacrosse professionally, never missing a day of training. A small part of me wondered if daddy. They got married and, when my brother Stephen was born, my mom took abreak to raise him, then us. That was thirty two years ago.My father laughed. "Work. Your mother's work costs me money. I haveto go to a fundraiser for the council next week." Aw come on, they do good work..." Rachel would love the council.He smiled. "They do. This one is actually to raise money for an artsprogram in Kent," a working class area south of Seattle. "It'sworthwhile. Just expensive. Anyway, so, what's. It was her little sister Miranda. She was 17-years-old, in high school, and I knew I was old enough to be her dad. Yet, it didn't stop me flirting with her, even kissing her a couple of times. And at one point, I had my hand under her shirt caressing her back, and I slid my hand around and felt her teenage boobs . My dick was so hard, I swear to God I was going to cum in my boxers. And then she pulled back, giggled, and said she thought it was hot to mess around with an older dude.The end. Not. They dressed and left Marci and Connor to fight about the events of the evening.’ He and Colette had been walking along Main Street. Colette had been silent but finally spoke. ‘I made a bet with Marci and lost. I tried to talk her out of it but couldn’t. I’m sorry.’ As Mark turned onto South Street toward Colette’s apartment, he realized that she was no longer beside him. He turned to look at Colette a few steps behind. ‘Can I spend the night at your place?’ she said. ‘Sure’. As they.