She told me that my father was a master of sexually, he would fuck any woman and they would beg for him to fuck them again and again.Mom told me that ...y father was a natual alpha male and he could go into any room with men or women and fuck them all no matter who was there.I jad a hard time brleaving that he was that good, mother was saying that I to had that alpha gene running though my vains and all I needed you do was wake it up.I told her that I liked fucking her and the girls and I loved. I felt focused, knots in my stomach, this is going to happen or it’s not. We sat in my car and let the engine run to warm up the cabin. I told S I felt attracted to her and thought she felt the same about me. “Oh yes, I am very attracted to you.” She replied, sitting in the passenger seat, back against the door, facing me. I told her, “I have no interest in leaving my wife. I love her, but she has been ill with depression for so long, I need to escape it.” S replied, “I don’t want to leave my. He looked at me, and bit his lip. He looked like a girl. An extremely attractive girl. ‘What about in here?’ He said, pointing towards the inside of the shelving units. They just might be secluded enough for him to show me his technique. He grabbed my handsand walked through. There was a hefty amount of space inside the shelving units. There was also a box of some sort of product big enough for me to have a seat while he shows me. I took a seat on the box, and he stood in front of me. He tugged. .. And could the choice have been worse.... This was not the best garment to be greeting guests in. threadbare, sheer, and short as hell. It was an older undershirt that even her man would be embarrassed to wear to the door. And here she was, standing in front of a complete stranger, one hand holding a dollar, the other pulling at the hem line to insure she wasn't giving him a show. Panties were not in the equation. She hated being late, even for a ringing doorbell. The delivery guy’s eyes.