She used to want to spend time with him - to cuddle with him on the couch as they watched movies together. That time was long gone though - now she pr...tty much hated him. It seemed such a waste to him right then that it had taken something as extreme as a mind-altering fungi to allow him to even be around his own daughter.“What happened, Claire.” Joshua whispered. He let the back of his knuckles gently brush down her cheek. “Where did we go wrong?”Her skin felt so smooth. He continued to stroke. "Are you going to tell mom?" Of course. Caitlyn, guess what. I bet your mom was doing the same thing when she was your age. Don't look so surprised." I called downstairs. "Jill!" She came up the stairs."It's not a big deal but I just wanted to let you know that Caitlyn found my erotic stories on my computer and has read some of them," I said.Jill looked surprised. "Your erotic stories?" Yeah, I write them to try things out, or just for fun. I have a website and Caitlyn found it," I said."You. He would turn up in running shoes and a pair of lose fitting sports shorts and a tee shirt or vest. He was a magnificent specimen of manhood and stood a foot taller than me with enormous arms, shoulders, chest and hands. He was muscular yet not “cut” and told me that he used to be a body builder in his younger days. His muscular thighs and calves, his tanned skin and overall size and stature represented as one word to me. He was an Adonis. He reminded me very much of James Caan with his rugged. As long as I have the man I love." I thought she was going to sponsor your coming out party," said Bob."She can't," said Millie."Why not?" Because I'm not a virgin any more," said Millie, smiling.Millie was on her knees on the board floor. The bed wasn't big enough for both of them to be on it, in terms of what she was doing, and still be comfortable. She watched her hand slide slowly up and down his stiff penile column. She gazed as she pulled the foreskin off the plum-shaped, purple head. She.