Posted February 20, 200619 yr The Internet is indeed a wonderful thing - the ultimate playing-field of electric dreams. "Do you like daddy's hand up your skirt, doing this?" he typed one-handedly, it's partner caressing a long dis-used (as far as marital obligations were concerned at least) appendage. The girl's reply was slow in appearing - evidence he took it, that she was indeed caressing deeply that youthful pussy, somewhere in the freezing Nebraskan wilderness. "I love you daddy," she wrote at last, "If you want to fuck me that's Ok with me!" He had always wanted a daughter - one who loved him and desired his sexual attentions as well, was even better. He had never been so hard, and three quarters the way to the walled city himself, he typed, leaving nothing to the imagination, his blueprint for what he hoped was their shared orgasmic solace. At the point she entered, "Oh God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" into his dialog box, he imagined he had done not only womanhood in general a great service, but that the young girl was now creaming her panties at the behest of his dynamically arousing banter. She was still describing the on-going sensations afflicting her body anywhere and everywhere between her nipples and southern climes, when he jetted-up a stream of cum that splattered not only his keyboard, but several order forms that would now need judicious cleansing. He smiled to himself as he thought of the boss's elderly secretary, mulling over the occasional stains as she filed the paperwork, tut-tutting at the outrageous possibilities. "That was incredible" he typed, "Biggest cum I've had all year, thanks," he paused for a moment before continuing. "I know I've asked before sweetheart," he punched in, "But don't you have any pictures you could send me? I would so love to know what you look like?" "What I look like, or my pussy looks like?" she answered....he could almost hear her giggle! . "Either's fine by me," he responded. "Maybe I'll just take one using the timer on my digital," she typed. "Make it two - at least," he pleaded, hoping she was even half as pretty as his fantasies had led him to imagine. Chatting was always a risky business he knew - with his luck she might turn out to be a frumpish spinster from Sheboygan, Wisconsin. After they had each signed off, he sat back in the chair, fully reflective for a few moments. He wasn't 'cheating' on his wife, he reasoned - after all, he wasn't 'seeing' anyone behind her back was he? It was just a bit of harmless sexy fun! My God, it's not like he'd had much of that since his wife had pretty much closed-up shop after Matthew hit double figures.
February 20, 200619 yr well lets see today, i went to work around 5am this shady and misty morning and found out i had to fire mark for stealing headgaskets out of the back closet, then i ate a ham sandwhich and drunk a cherry pepsi, after eating my stomach started hurting so i went and took a nice 10 minute shit after lunch then i finished my work on Brad's GT and called it a day after typing in all the paper work and signing out...
