I usually start my day with a nice masturbation, and today was no exception. I closed my eyes and brought up the image of my 17 year old daughter taki...ng a shower. I had glimpsed her through the frosted glass shower door, so my mind just filled in the missing sharpness. Whether it was the thoughts of her, or my morning need, I had an intense orgasm. I leaned back against the cold porcelain tank of the toilet and tried to get my breathing under control. The made-up images of my daughter that I. ‘It must have been love at first sight. So Dawn, what did you think of my son when you met him?’ ‘I thought he was a hyper golden retriever that wouldn’t stop yipping’ Dawn thought to herself but instead responded: ‘He was so handsome there was no way I couldn’t fall in love with him upon first seeing him.’ Erich’s mom asked one or two other relationship questions but nothing that Dawn couldn’t answer. The rest of the dinner was spent talking about their careers, the weather, the upcoming. I didn't think much of it, except for the fact that it looked cute. I was surprised the thought had flown into my head, but I pushed it away and turned back to face Coach, who was dividing the boys and girls into two teams. "You, Midnight," Coach pointed at me and then to the right. "You're on that team." I started walking over. "Blondie, over there too." I heard steps behind me and then a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Davy again. "You again?" He said with false disgust. I rolled. He kept asking what all I had bought. There was no way I was going to tell him. I probably should have talked to him about it before I went there. He'd have probably saved me a ton of embarrassment."I did get smarter about it though. I got my second bra at a lingerie shop. There is this old woman who works there, Mrs. Clay. She reminds me of a grandmother; the kind of friendly grandmother you'd see in a commercial. Mrs. Clay took me off to a corner of the store and explained about the different.