My Little book of Erotic Tales
“ Hi, maybe I should tell you what the hell I'm talking about huh.
My name is Travis Martin; I'm a thirty two year old professional football player, about two months ago my father got remarried to this woman named Janet, that's no problem, at thirty two I had pretty much stopped caring what my dad did with his personal life, as long as he was happy so was I.
Janet was an okay lady I guess, my problem's not with her, my problems all started when her eighteen year old daughter who lived somewhere in Washington with her father came to visit.
I'm almost ashamed to say I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her in those short shorts of hers.
She was all teenage girl, with that bubblegum scent, tight, fit body, young plush flesh, fuck; I was a walking hard on for about a fucking week.
We hit it off right away, I could see the interest in her too, maybe a schoolgirl crush but there was no way I was going there.
I fucking beat off to her image for a long time though.
We spent almost every... waking moment together, no I didn't still live at home, just the next best thing, see after mom passed I decided to stay close to my old man, we were all each other had.MoreLess
My name is Travis Martin; I'm a thirty two year old professional football player, about two months ago my father got remarried to this woman named Janet, that's no problem, at thirty two I had pretty much stopped caring what my dad did with his personal life, as long as he was happy so was I.
Janet was an okay lady I guess, my problem's not with her, my problems all started when her eighteen year old daughter who lived somewhere in Washington with her father came to visit.
I'm almost ashamed to say I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her in those short shorts of hers.
She was all teenage girl, with that bubblegum scent, tight, fit body, young plush flesh, fuck; I was a walking hard on for about a fucking week.
We hit it off right away, I could see the interest in her too, maybe a schoolgirl crush but there was no way I was going there.
I fucking beat off to her image for a long time though.
We spent almost every... waking moment together, no I didn't still live at home, just the next best thing, see after mom passed I decided to stay close to my old man, we were all each other had.MoreLess
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