However, after he’d cum, remorse would set in. No, it would stab him. She was his daughter. His precious angel. He was supposed to protect her, not dream about fucking her. His wife was probably begging God to spear him with a lightning bolt and turn him into a pile of ash.
He needed to get back in the game. He knew he could get a date. Plenty of women found him attractive. He was in his late 30’s, tall and muscular and his job always kept him active. He had a golden tan from working out in the sun and dark blond hair. His strong jaw was usually dusted with stubble and his eyes were the color of the crisp blue sky.
Plus, he had quite an impressive cock. He wasn’t trying to brag, he was just stating the facts. It was a solid 10 inches when erect and so thick that even when it was flaccid it hid his heavy ball sack. Most women couldn’t get their mouth around it but he always applauded their effort. bit.do/MyPussY
The sound of a woman orgasming brought his focus back to the raunchy porno. It was chock full of lesbian action, masturbation scenes and slobbery blowjobs.
James freed his throbbing dick from his shorts and gave it a loving stroke. He wished he had a warm, wet mouth sliding up and down his cock instead of his hand.
Since he hadn’t dated anyone in a year, his mind was a never-ending reel of sex scenes, erotic stories and naughty fantasies. It was surprising that he could function like a normal human being.
However, his fantasies were growing stale. He was bored and his cock was suffering because of it. He needed a new source of stimulation.
The length of his dick was slowly shrinking in size and he gave it a tender squeeze before dropping his hand in defeat. He should just call it a night… Another lonely, sexless, depressing night.
After turning off the tv, he let the dog in and headed upstairs. He was walking towards his room when saw Dawn’s wet clothes lying in a heap in the middle of the hallway.
She did her own laundry so she usually threw her clothes in the basket after he washed his but sometimes she was lazy and they all got jumbled together.
He picked up her shirt and pants and carried them into the bathroom. He turned on the light and tossed them into the hamper.
On his way out, he saw her panties lying on the ground beside her shoes. Sighing, he bent down and picked them up. As he headed back into the bathroom, his fingers slid against the silky material and instantly grabbed his attention. He was jolted to a stop and looked down at his hand.
The panties were wine red, bikini style and made out of fine silk. He could tell they were expensive.
Was that what she spent his hard earned money on? At least she had good taste.
Curiosity overruled common sense and gripping the elastic band between his fingers, he peeked down at the crotch. He immediately knew he’d crossed the line.
He needed to look away, walk away, but he was frozen in place as if cursed by Medusa. Maybe this was the beginning of the end.
His jaw twitched and he swiped his tongue across his upper lip breaking the spell but he still didn’t discard the garment. He obscenely stretched the hem until the fine material threatened to shred. The crotch of her panties glistened with wetness. They were soaked. He rationalized it was from the rain until he realized the fabric was stained with milky white discharge.
The sexual frustration that had coiled around his neck like a barbwire noose snapped like a twig and he gave into the devil that lurked in his mind.
James brought them to his face. He was carefully studying the silky piece of lingerie when he had the urge to smell them.
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