At most, maybe you could find people your own age you can talk to and get back to living like mom would want. I need to go up and finish packing for ...the trip. Love you, Dad, Merry Christmas”“Merry Christmas daddy, love you,” My daughter says and exits.-=-After the kids leave I am where I thought I wanted to be, in my comfy chair in my man cave eating, drinking and watching football but can’t settle. I am half watching the game and half thinking about the conversation earlier. Am I really. I spent the next few minutes in the washroom cleaning up the mess in my shorts before it looked like I had an "accident".The next day she again enticed me into the storage closet, and again she undid my pants and masturbated me within my shorts. I kissed her passionately, trying once more to get my pelvis closer to hers. I wanted sex!She pushed me back again. "No, please... can we not just stay with this?" She lightly squeezed my dick through the protective cotton, eliciting a pleasurable groan. The antique wall clock startled her when it began chiming at 10 a.m., immediately the office door opened and she was invited into the room and seated. The manager was in his fifties, lean, tall and ruggedly handsome, his dark and piercing eyes unsettled her, he introduced himself as Mr Charles Pendelbury.Loretta introduced herself and sat ladylike in front of the desk, taking a deep breath to calm herself. The hairs rose on the back of her neck, when out of the corner of her eye she saw. The other was fucking her pussy hard and grabbing her tits moaning as he does. His large cock reaching down into her depths. His cock seemed to reach her stomach. The others wanking procceeded to degrade her and slap her ass. Shouting things like "you like that dont you, you fucking whore cunt!" And "you love your tits getting groped and pussy fucked!" They were right she loved it. She began to turn red as he had his cock all the way in her throat without letting her breath. She was about to.