Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.
My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.
My Boyfriend’s Dad
I’ve started matching his energy when I come over; cropped shirts, tight pants or short skirts. Always done up, always looking my best. Truth be told, my panties are usually damp by the time I get there from the anticipation of seeing My Boyfriend’s Dad. My pathetic boyfriend is clueless. Always going on about something silly, while is dad is talking business and investments. He is also so self-involved that he doesn’t notice how often I offer my help to his dad any chance I can get. Or when I make excuses to join him in the kitchen, or sit next to him on the couch.
Tonight I have different plans. I was invited to join my boyfriend’s family for dinner and a late movie. My boyfriend made arrangements so I can spend the night. His mom doesn’t think we should be allowed to share a bed. I have no intention of fighting this. Their guest bedroom is right next to the dad’s office, with the bathroom across the hall. And as chance would have it, I’ll only be bringing a very skimpy nightgown to sleep on, and oops!, it would seem I forgot my panties.
Wouldn’t you like to be My Boyfriend’s Dad? I think you should give me a call…
*Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466