"How the Fuck did I end up here?" is the first thought passing through my mind as I walked through the door and saw her there in my wingback leather chair with nothing on but her pink cotton undergarments and a pouty fuck me face. Those big eyes, and that short brown boy cut had been the source of fantasy for many a faps. I had wanted her since I saw her, this girl is a goddess in both mind and body, and yet what the fuck was I going to do now that we were here.
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Three months ago my wife and I filed an order of seperation. We agreed that for now this marriage was over and we were both would see and fuck whoever the hell we pleased. Despite the agreement, the last thing she said to me as were walking out of the attorney's office was, "Don't fuck Chey, that'll mess your daughter up."
Chey was 22 and I was 37, the chances of that coupling occuring were nonexistent as far as I was concerned. Don't get me wrong, no man with two working eyes doesn't want to fuck Chey, but there wasn't much she'd need from me that her college peers already throwing themselves at her weren't able to provide.