shizzz
That one guy
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The last few years had brought a lot of change. For one, Lance got married. His wife was a fun loving woman, that fun had gotten her a daughter at a young age, which made Lance a dad. This transition hadn’t been too hard. His new daughter was already in high school and was quite shy and quiet.
So at first they things had gone great, but the last year or two things seemed to be slipping away from him. His wife was still a little ‘too fun-loving still and their own relationship had gotten quiet. They still made love on occasion, but no where near what it had been. And there had been more than one night when she’d gone out with friends and not gotten home till early morning looking very disheveled. His work had gotten crazy, and demanded more and more of his time, so he wasn’t able to go out with her, and this gap had gotten wider and wider lately.
The other problem he had was that his stepdaughter had turned 18 a few months ago , and he couldn’t stop thinking of her. She had come into her own, her body curving gorgeously, and he had found himself lingering by her door, or making excuses to go in the bathroom when she showered, trying to see her naked. He’d probably been caught staring more than once.
He’d even gone as far as steeling a pair of her panties. His search history was full of taboo porn now.
All this was racing through his head as his legs and arms continued pumping. He rounded the corner of his neighborhood, bringing his 5 mile loop to an end. He stopped on the sidewalk, stretching his 45 year old body. His form was lithe and muscular, sweat glistening off his skin in the early morning summer light. His cool blue eyes noticed his wives car was not in the driveway as he strode into the yard, and then inside. His mind going dirty again as he found himself wondering if his daughter was up. What was she wearing, would he catch a glimpse of her. How could he create a situation where he did
He shook his head, trying to be decent, as he closed the door behind him, heading for the kitchen
So at first they things had gone great, but the last year or two things seemed to be slipping away from him. His wife was still a little ‘too fun-loving still and their own relationship had gotten quiet. They still made love on occasion, but no where near what it had been. And there had been more than one night when she’d gone out with friends and not gotten home till early morning looking very disheveled. His work had gotten crazy, and demanded more and more of his time, so he wasn’t able to go out with her, and this gap had gotten wider and wider lately.
The other problem he had was that his stepdaughter had turned 18 a few months ago , and he couldn’t stop thinking of her. She had come into her own, her body curving gorgeously, and he had found himself lingering by her door, or making excuses to go in the bathroom when she showered, trying to see her naked. He’d probably been caught staring more than once.
He’d even gone as far as steeling a pair of her panties. His search history was full of taboo porn now.
All this was racing through his head as his legs and arms continued pumping. He rounded the corner of his neighborhood, bringing his 5 mile loop to an end. He stopped on the sidewalk, stretching his 45 year old body. His form was lithe and muscular, sweat glistening off his skin in the early morning summer light. His cool blue eyes noticed his wives car was not in the driveway as he strode into the yard, and then inside. His mind going dirty again as he found himself wondering if his daughter was up. What was she wearing, would he catch a glimpse of her. How could he create a situation where he did
He shook his head, trying to be decent, as he closed the door behind him, heading for the kitchen