Any warm-blooded man would say yes. They’d fumble with their zipper in their haste to f**k this gorgeous young doll. I’m not supposed to be a normal man, though. My entire life has been about war. Hard decisions. I’m stronger than this, aren’t I? I know what the repercussions will be if I “dance” with Terrence. The family, the son I want to know better, will be disgusted.
Jesus, though, my throbbing prick tells me she’ll be one hundred percent worth it.
Even more dangerous, my heart is pounding louder and more insistently by the second.
Terrence makes me feel like I have a purpose again. Makes me feel like I was supposed to retire just so I could find this young girl and care for her, make her happy. It’s my next and most important mission. But a sixty-three-year-old man can’t be with a
