I’ve wanted to fuck him since I turned seventeen. Or rather, I’ve wanted him to fuck me since I turned seventeen. But I became interested in him long before then, I guess…actually from the moment I learned about sex and of all the neat little things I could do with my pussy. Like having a cock shoved into it. Or fingers. Or a dildo. I’ve always found creative ways to sate my raunchy curiosity. And now, at eighteen, I still want to do the nasty with Mr. Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dad’s best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Parker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. He’s all macho, complete with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill bad guys. He’s able to survive solely on grass and insects or something. He’s not handsome by today’s standard…not a lanky guy in skinny jeans and that whole androgynous thing going on. He’s manly and there’s just something about him that makes me wet each time he comes within an arm’s length, causing my body to quiver with need. Maybe it’s his toned, muscled body, his soul-melting eyes or his big dick (which I can easily spot when he wears his jogging suit). Either way, I want to jump his bones. Seriously. Hard core. Of course Mr. Parker isn’t interested in me. Or at least pretends he isn’t. To him, I’m just his best friend’s little girl.