Craving My Dad's Best Friend
ee times a day while I was in college. One in the morning to make sure I got up early and didn't miss my class. One in the afternoon to check u
luminating from the tiny bedroom below the staircase. It used to be my room whenever we came here for summer holidays. I wonder if it still fits me. I gripped the
nie
voi
. The last time I heard that voice was Four years ago when he wished me a happy birthday and gave me my gift. Just befo
estion. My eyes widened in surpri
d in on my dad's bes
those arched brows of his, now furrowed. He looks exactly the same, just older. The last time I saw him was on my fifteenth birthday when I handed him a diary filled with my dirty fantasies stating how I crave him. I have never se
because he just got out of the shower so I can see just how well the rest of him has im
ould be asking him the same question. What is he doing here when I'm expecting
l anxious around him. "Where's dad? Is he here yet? Will he be comin
my skin burn at the mere touch of his hand. If only he
n't coming until tomorrow. He didn't want you to stay al
t me the way I want him to. He didn't realize how much I've changed over the years while he was away. So,
r it made me get hot. He is all Hot, sticky and wet. He caught me looking and I expected
u
a
si
watching him. He s
like it. No, I love it. I'm a little close to seeing all his glory. I've always pictured what he looked like naked in my head. Whet
his menacing gaze. He stepped closer and I steppe
ame air. Although we aren't touching. If he touches me, I don't think I can hold out any l
lly well. Do you want to take a look?" His
clothing between us now. He has nothing on him but a towel while I'
saying the exact opposite of what I mean. I really want to take a look at Josh and even
the words in my diary against me. I remember describing that his cock is the best thing
ted to speak but
e? You cry when you don't
ld. Like one time I was invited to a girl's sleepover but dad declined because he had to work all night. Instead, Josh