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Swear I wasnt one of those, you know preying on your teen daughters friends, yuck, it was different, really.Sure I had fantasies, all guys have that fantasy, tagging the nubile teens hanging round his house, dressed like they wanted it, but it wasnt an obsession, I still dated, having been divorced for years, I had custody, my kid going to her deranged moms moms house every other weekend, had women to fuck on those weekends, a few quickies when the daughter had a sleepover, so I was all right, not a drooling, leering horndog.Mindlessly folding shit, thimking nothing, she startled me, feet away, smile beaming, inviting, she was radiant, I dropped the clothes, kissed her, she responded hard, clumsily grabbing for my cock, almost smacking my boys, bad opening play on her part, I would teach her, its my gift.Her face was so flushed, she was gasping for air, licking her lips seductively, making sexy purrings, I had to have her, it was not possible to stop, again, I knew it was wrong, just impossible to stop.Feeling worse, trying to get away, made her upset, we forced ourselves to talk it out, that I would admit my sexual feelings for her, that I was lonely, that I viewed her differently from her peers, who from the sound of things were having a great time cyberbullying a girl in their class, seems my kid was becoming her mom all right,so sad, so real.Agreeing to talk later, Jill, with an awkward kiss, throwing her lips at my face, eyes closed, me catching her soft, full, hot lips, savoring their brief touch of mine, the electricity real, her eyes opening, staring at each others souls, that was fucking wild, she stumbled going upstairs to join the party, a look of confused lust making her glow, me feeling torn, yucky for not stopping this train, flushed with excitement, how alive she made me feel, not only the possibilites of her young, supple body, her mind, her quick comebacks, the ability to carry on conversation, fuck, she read books, real books, not because she had to, she wanted to, the broads I dated all read fucking People, like the words mattered.

Willing myself to sleep, startled at her laying beside me, unnerved at her stealth, pleased at her gumption, her hands carrassing my chest, feeling her heat floating over me, our whispers so soft, so only for each other, our world, she had it planned out, wow, thats something, that she really planned it, wanted it that much, I had no choice.All this in defense of what occured toward the end of my daughters ninth year of high school.It was just getting springlike, that feeling of surviving another hard winter propelling you, energy soaring, happy to be alive, everything kosher, I was content.Her mother was a drunk, hated her dad, nice family, I offered her real sympathy, she asked if she could hang at my house, I agreed, not thinking she meant even when my kid was at her moms, not that I still wouldnt have agreed, because as we hugged, me as a token of comfort, her fat tits grinding into my chest, her soft hands on my neck, her smell, glorious, sensuous, her smell, the way her hair bounced at the slightest chance, her smile always slightly wicked, her eyes soft, open, caring, I was shocked at my feelings, heart racing, breath quickened, jesus, my cock was stirring, not full on, but it was aware prime cunt was near.Wow, her looking into my eyes, that killer smile, askng me if that was a bannana in my pocket, that extra grind, my quick recovery, telling her that I was sorry, hoping and getting her being cool with it, her laughing it off, joking that she was used to guys pawing her, first time I realised her tits were fucking huge, she usualy wore loose tops, she was smart I said, teen boys could sniff out big tits, they were predisposed to go for the big tits, it was all biological, Im sure.

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