A week past and I could sense a tension building in my dad. He was staring at my breasts, and casually touching me as we went about our daily lives to...gether. I knew that my dad's sexual frustrations would make him vulnerable to my advances. My opportunity came late one night when there was a thunderstorm. In our area these storms can go on for hours. As a child I was terrified of the thunder and lightening, so I'd run into my dad's room and stay in his bed. I'd play that role again tonight.I. Straight, bi, gay, lesbian, bondage, etc. To get adult movies the passenger had to use their room key, and that left a record of when they were checking out the DVD's. By keeping track of when Katharine and David took adult movies, I was able to figure out what they liked. She liked mfm, he liked bi and some gay stuff, and cuckold movies where the husband would 'clean' his wife after she had been fucked. He also liked cross dressers. These are the same things I like.She had been flirting. __We had dinner back at the bar, where she talked bout life growing up as a north African in Sweden. It would be like Albino growing up in Harlem, you would notice. _Girls would occasionally shun her, but guys would be constantly cracking on to her, as she was exotic amongst all the Aryan poster c***dren._She was quite forward which I had known Scandinavian people to be when having had a few drinks. She enquired what colon I was wearing as she kissed my cheek. Trusardi. She liked it as was. " You're right, too," Connie said, coming out of a brief moment of reflection. I assumed she had been thinking of her father after Bambi's comment about memories. It seemed terribly selfish, but I felt relived that it would probably distract her from making a connection between Bambi's boyfriend and Mrs. Reynolds' husband."Age doesn't matter," she continued, "I see now that I screwed up in school because I confused maturity and liberty. I wasn't mature enough to use the liberty that I had.