Love and other disasters
I walk towards the bathroom door, wanting to knock and have a talk with her. Then I spot something on the floor, it's boxers, mens underwear. No this is to much, is she having men in her bedroom, men throwing their underwear on the floor. No I need to talk to her now.
I throw open the bathroom door, about to tell her what I think of her behaviour, when I am shocked to see that it isn't her in the shower. The shower stall being totally see through, leaves no doubt. It is a man, having his back to me. And not just a man, but a beast of a man. Tall and wide, with bulging muscles.
My eyes run over the wide and strong looking back, muscles clearly moving under the skin as he washes himself. It is like magic, I am unable to look away. And he is singing, like some devilish sirene, luring in women.
Moving down, I try to avert my eyes from the wellshaped ass and long strong legs. My puls racing with fear. What is he doing here ? What will he do to me if he sees me ?
He turns around, his eyes closed as his hands soaps up the wide muscular chest, it is covered in dark hair. So is his face, as he has a thick dark beard. The water running down his flat stomach with the visible muscles, disappearing down into a bush of dark curls.
And there it is, his manhood, tautingly pointing right towards me. But this definately ain't no man. He is a beast, the beast. His thing long and thick, looking like it is made to punish women. And I scream running out of there, what is this What is my daughter doing ?
"The drive-in.. we are going to the drive-in ?" I look at him, as he pulls up to the ticket window. Well that explains everything he said except from the soft bedding part.
He buy the tickets, and smile at me. "Yeah, we are... I hope that it's okay with you". He says driving up front. There is……