From that point on, my primary masturbatory fantasy was no longer Bunny, or the "Barely Legal" models, or even the adorable Japanese schoolgirls. It w...as my precious, innocent, cuddlesome, sexy, sassy, taunting, teasing, fuckable beloved former tomboy of a daughter!I must tell you, this development generated an incredible level of stress for me. I didn't want this fixation – who would? I found myself getting testier and testier around my daughter, short with my wife, and barely able to pay. We noticed a group of boys, one of which I had the hots for he was about three years older than me, about sixteen I think.We got talking to the boys who's ages ranged from about eleven to sixteen, there was about six of them. They told us they had a den in the woods and asked if we would come up to see it, I said that I would, but Tanya said she had to go home for her lunch. I followed the boys and talked mostly to Mark, who seemed to be the leader of the group. We walked through a dense area. I was now positive that she was rubbing his cock thought his pants. Oh my God? Was this really happening and in my house?I stood at the counter for a moment hoping to regain my thoughts. Just as I was about to turn around I felt him behind me. I startled, and as I turned around Ranjan was right there, two inches from me. I could feel his hot breath going down my robe and onto the top of my tits. Thoughts began to fly through my head. It had been so long since I felt a man. If my husband wasnft. What we'd both dreamed of. Looking through the paintings was like experiencing the wedding night we'd planned. I have to tell you, Michael... I was actually in tears!" Wow... I couldn't hope for a better endorsement than that!" We looked at each one over and over, spotting little details you'd put in and loving the way you'd made it look like that had been our real wedding night." I'm really sorry the night itself didn't work out." Oh, don't remind me of that!" he laughed. "We still haven't.