Her eyes are just as beautiful as her mother's. She is no doubt her mother?s daughter, albeit a younger version of twenty-five years, but she is her daughter.Tears begin to roll down Sara?s cheeks as she goes about cleaning the kitchen. She stops in front of the sink, grasps the countertop with both hands and gazes out the window.I?m her father, and I wish I could say something to bring her comfort. However, I cannot find the words. It was two years ago today that my wife and her mother passed.She releases the countertop and turns toward me as she says, ?Dad.??Yes,? I reply.?Are you ever going to date??Not wanting to take part in this conversation, I stand and begin to walk away.She slams her hands against the countertop as she shouts, ?Damnit Dad, do not walk out on me.?An outburst is unusual for her, and it surprises me. I stare into her eyes trying to understand. Her facial expression doesn?t express hurt. It expresses uncertainty and concern. ?Dad, I?m in my last year in college and need to move on when I graduate. I do not mean to sound disrespectful, ungrateful, or anything, but I can?t go forward if you don?t.?Her statement cuts deep and leaves me speechless for a moment. I take time to gather my thoughts and consider our entire conversation before I reply, ?Sara, I am moving forward. It may be slow, but I?m making progress.?She walks
almanbahis şikayet around the island and has a seat. Looks at me as she taps the stool beside her and says, ?Take a load off, Dad.? As I lower myself onto the stool, she says, ?Dad, you need companionship.?Without thinking I reply, ?No Sara, I do not. And how am I preventing you from moving forward???Because I worry, and I want you to be taken care of and happy.??Honey, I'm forty-six years old. I?m more than capable of taking care of myself.??You can cook, clean and do laundry. But, that?s not what I?m talking about.??Then what are you talking about??She looks straight into my eyes when she asks, ?When was the last time you had sex??Sara has always been blunt. Sometimes her bluntness fits and other times it doesn?t. I consider this to be one of those other times. Even though her question makes me a tad uncomfortable, I continue to ponder it.?Oh come on Dad, I?m twenty-three years old. You can talk to me.??Do you truly want to have this conversation???Yes.??Okay then, it?s been a little over two years.??I figured as much. Don?t you think it?s time to release some anxiety??She cuts me off before I could talk. ?I am not saying fall in love. I?m talking about getting laid. You know, having physical contact with a female body. Do you not want a woman to suck your cock?
almanbahis canlı casino To see a beautiful woman mount up and ride you for all she is worth? Do you not long to thrust deep inside a wanting and welcoming woman? Do you miss any of this, Dad??Damn, even though those words came from my daughter's mouth, I have to admit it sounds fantastic. Before I know it, I?m envisioning the scene in my mind. I see a beautiful body leaning across my upper torso, erect nipples attached to small breast hanging inches from my mouth. As she rises, I feel the softness of her hands pressing against my chest. I can feel her hips rocking back and forth in rhythm, rising to show my shaft glistening in juices, then dropping to engulf my entire length.?Hello, Hello. You okay, Dad???Sorry Sara, I guess I zoned out for a minute.??What were you thinking???I was thinking about what you said. To be truthful, I was visualizing it in my mind.??So you do have desires???Absolutely. However, I?m afraid I have nothing to offer.??I think you underestimate yourself. I mean you are an attractive man and besides?? She stops talking.Now, this is a first; she has never stopped talking. I begin to laugh. I think she has embarrassed herself. Determined to take advantage of her awkward predicament I question, ?Besides what???Never mind.??No Sara, we are talking.
almanbahis casino You started this conversation, so continue.?She shifts her body and leans against the bar. ?I could hear you and Mom in bed at night you know.??And this embarrasses you???No.??Then why are you embarrassed??She looks at me, tapping her fingers on the countertop. ?You don?t want me to answer that.??Of course I do.?She takes a moment, apparently to gather her thoughts. ?Well, most nights, the two of you gave me orgasms. I would follow along with the rhythm of the bed and the sounds of moans. The first time it happened was the night of my seventeenth birthday. I was lying in bed listening. I heard Mom moaning. But the bed wasn?t squeaking, so I assumed you were eating her out. After she cried out from her orgasm, there were several minutes of silence. During this time, I began touching myself. Once I heard the squeaks of the bed, I positioned my body and fantasized a man between my legs. I masturbated to the rhythm the two of you had. With two fingers going in and out of my pussy, I rubbed my clit with the other. As your pace intensified, I rocked and bucked my hips, pushing and pulling my fingers in rhythm with you and mom. I had my first orgasm that night. And to be honest, I had three before the two of you finished."Listening to my daughter describe her masturbating session causes my cock to become half hard. Except for a few masturbation sessions of my own, the old guy hasn?t seen action in the past two years. At times I feel like a young man again. All it takes is a good stiff breeze, and my cock gets excited.
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