She looked different in some way but I couldnt put my finger on it. Then I noticed – she was writing with her right hand, when I knew she was a left... hander. I looked across at Gillian. She too looked different. I surveyed her for half a minute before realising that she too was writing with her left hand instead of her normal right. I then looked through into the main waiting area and stared in disbelief. There on the wall where the photographs of the surgery employees were displayed was a. ” I get up and go to the bar and get another drink and come back. We start chatting as I see you try and fan yourself off since you’re a little hot. After a while, the guy comes back up and says “Thanks you’re a great dancer. Are you from around here?” You smile and say “No, just visiting for the week.” He reaches in and gives you a business card and says, “Well if you get bored or need a tour guide while you’re here, give me a call.” You smile and take the card and put it in your purse.. Sometimes I thought I saw him getting an erection before he would suddenly leave the room. I would sometimes find myself at night thinking of his tight ass or flat stomach or nice cock and get a raging hard-on. "I'm not gay" I would tell myself, while stroking off to the mental visuals I would have of him.I was out a lot at work or with my friends. One night I decided to go home early. I slipped into the house and went to the living room. As I stepped in I saw my dad in his chair stroking his. Without any sense of self-awareness or suspension, I stood up quickly, and started removing my clothes. Then, I sat back again, fully naked, and felt his rugged old hands explore my body. We kissed passionately, as he gently touched my nipples with his warm fingers, and then brought that nice hand down to down my erection. It felt sensational, as his palm rested on my shaft, and his fingers began to close. Still holding my dick, he moved his hand up and down a few times, before realizing he was.