I always fanaticized about older women. I really knew that wasn’t going to happen. I had noticed that girls were interested in guys with nice cars. ...These guys were older and I didn’t even have a drivers license. I thought I would have to find a GF that was younger. My best friend had an older sister who had her own car, her own friends and acted like we didn’t exist. She had dated quite a few guys most of whom were older than me. We got along ok and I fantasized about her but that was as far as. Often she,d have a few glasses of wine while working the switchboard and obviously I wouldn’t,t drink on duty, but she always offered to pour me a glass. One evening with Christmas approaching shevapologised, but said she,d arranged to finish early as she was attending the firms Christamas Party. It meant I,d be answering the phones on my own, but I wasn,t going to mess up her chance of letting her hair down sl soldiered on. And the phones were even busier that time, but I managed to cope and. ’ she smiled.‘Roll on dessert!’ he smiled back.It was a lovely meal and confirmed that her husband’s statement about her cooking was justified. They had chatted amiably while they ate but there was no denying the underlying excitement and anticipation they both felt, heightened by the frequent touching of hands across the table.When all was consumed he sat back in his chair and with a smile asked ‘That was a lovely meal Masie but what’s next?’‘Washing up!’ she replied quickly watching the. It was pink against her white skin, and thin, shaped like a double-sided arrowhead – and it was glistening with anticipation. Should he – what would her life be like for his one orgasm?“What is it?”“Nothing,” He lied as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.As his pants fell to the ground he exposed his full eight-inch member for his daughter to see. He pulled his shoes off and then his pants and hung them on a tree. Emily lay there, expectantly. Her body was perfect – still glinting.