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Troglodyte

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OOC: Dante Turner. 46 years old. 6'1". 180 pounds. Thick black hair slightly greying. Black eyes.


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As much as I loved my wife, I had to admit that the spark had gone out of out of love life. That was the only possible explanation I could find for why I was here in a major chain bookstore browsing through the Sexuality section. I was staring at a particularly graphic photograph of a couple making love when I heard a woman's voice saying, "Can I help you, sir?"

I looked up to see a girl with a nametag around her neck. I didn't need to read it. I recognized her. She was a friend of my youngest daughter. They had just graduated high school a few months ago. She recognized me, too. And she saw the book in my hand....
 
Name- Emily
Age-18
36c-24-32
Long Black hairs, blue eyes, perfectly toned body and drop dead looks.

"Oh hello Mr. Turner! how are you?"

"May i help you please?" i ask politely

But then i saw the book you were looking at in your hands and i blushed knowing little what to say
 
Dante

I quickly closed the book, but I couldn't erase the image of page 87 from my imagination. It got worse when Emily asked how she could help me. I immediately imposed her angelic face onto the body of the sexy model writhing in the throes of passion.

Glancing around, I saw no one else in sight. Suddenly feeling bold, I decided to explore the lengths young Emily was willing to go in the fine art of customer service.

"Perhaps you can help me, Emily," I said. "I was just glancing through this book. I'm wondering if it's right for me. Do you know anything about sexual positions?"
 
I was really taken aback by this question of yours it was the last question i could have expected and that too from father of my best friend!
I was all blushing and replied
"No Mr.Turner but there are some good books on sexual position here"i say pointing to the shelf behind which had numerous versions of Kama-sutra and art of lovemaking and positions by various authors.
 
Dante

"Why don't we go take a look, dear?" I suggested. Placing my hand on the small of her back I guided Emily down the aisle. I noted the tall bookshelves further hid us from view, granting us almost complete privacy.

Carefully positioning Emily between the shelves and my body, I randomly pulled out a book and opened it.

"Now this is what I'm interested in," I said. "See how he stands behind her and takes her from behind."

I leaned in closer until I was whispering softly in her ear.

"Look at what she's wearing," I said. "A short skirt. Just like you. All her lover has to do is reach underneath and pull her panties down to her knees."

I reached under her skirt.

"I'll stop if you like," I said. "But I really don't think you want me too...."
 
This men was same age as my father and was my best friends father and talking dirty with me and instead of getting furious and angry i was etting wet and as his hand moved under my skirt all that escaped my mouth was "Not here Mr Turner somewhere else!"
 
Dante

"I'm not sure I can wait much longer, Emily," I said. "Feel how hard you've made me."

Slipping my arms around her waist, I pulled her back against, letting my erection nestle comfortably between the firm cheeks of her bottom."

"I want you," I said. "Where can we go?"
 
"Mr Turner!" as you played with me my resolve was getting weak and then i gathered myself and said
"My shift ends in half hour then we might go to a nearby hotel!"
 
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