Captain Cum
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 4, 2001
- Posts
- 100
OOC: Mike Reed. 42 years old. 6'1", 185. Blonde hair. Grey eyes.
IC:
My best friend Rob and I stood on the patio and watched the bikini-clad beauties frolic in the pool.
"Makes you wish we were eighteen again," I commented wistfully.
"They didn't make girls like that when we were eighteen," he said. "At least I don't remember any."
I nodded. "Besides. We wouldn't have known what to do with them anyway."
"I know what to do with them now," Bob said with a lewd expression on his face.
"Hey, that's my daughter you're talking about!" I said, punching him playfully on the arm.
"That's my daughter too," he said. "Don't think I don't see how you look at her."
He was right. I had no defense. Ever since she returned from her freshman year at college, his sexy daughter had fueled a thousand fantasies.
"So what are we going to do about it?" he aked.
"What do you mean?" I responded, though I was starting to get the idea.
"You want my daughter," he pointed out. "I want you're daughter. We're all adults. I repeat. What are we going to do about it."
Well, it was finally on the table.
But it was wrong.
Wasn't it?
We couldn't act on it.
Could we?
OOC: This thread is open. I'm looking for a best friend and two lovely young ladies.

IC:
My best friend Rob and I stood on the patio and watched the bikini-clad beauties frolic in the pool.
"Makes you wish we were eighteen again," I commented wistfully.
"They didn't make girls like that when we were eighteen," he said. "At least I don't remember any."
I nodded. "Besides. We wouldn't have known what to do with them anyway."
"I know what to do with them now," Bob said with a lewd expression on his face.
"Hey, that's my daughter you're talking about!" I said, punching him playfully on the arm.
"That's my daughter too," he said. "Don't think I don't see how you look at her."
He was right. I had no defense. Ever since she returned from her freshman year at college, his sexy daughter had fueled a thousand fantasies.
"So what are we going to do about it?" he aked.
"What do you mean?" I responded, though I was starting to get the idea.
"You want my daughter," he pointed out. "I want you're daughter. We're all adults. I repeat. What are we going to do about it."
Well, it was finally on the table.
But it was wrong.
Wasn't it?
We couldn't act on it.
Could we?
OOC: This thread is open. I'm looking for a best friend and two lovely young ladies.