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AndrewI pulled away and lifted Lanie’s shirt over her head. Then I unclipped her bra, which clasped at the front between her breasts. It fell open, and her perfect, perky tits sprang free. Her nipples were taut, and I closed my hands over her breasts, massaging them gently as I began moving inside her.Lanie sighed softly as I thrust slowly in and out of her tight wetness. Her body hugged me, drew me in, and threatened to consume me. If she could, I would have let her. That was how good it felt when we were making love, like we’d been put on this earth to do only this.I was reaching my climax, and Lanie was breathing in that quick telltale way that I knew she was close, too. I nibbled her neck and her earlobe and held her to me as I fucked her harder. I knew what she liked, and I knew how to push her over the edge. Her moans grew louder, more intense. Her eyes were heavy and hooded and then rolled back in her head as she was swallowed up by the intense pleasure. Watching her made me
My Father's Best Friend The Stud
LanieTwo Weeks LaterIt wasn’t that I had been intentionally avoiding Andrew over the last two weeks. I just hadn’t intentionally reached out to him, and he hadn’t reached out to me, either. We’d spoken briefly over the phone once every few days to check in and update each other about our days. I always asked about Raven, and he always said the same thing, “She’ll be home soon.” But still, I asked.Time crawled by at a snail’s pace, and I developed a compulsive twitch and was continuously reaching for my phone to see if I had any missed calls or text messages from Andrew. I wasn’t sure what I was hoping for. Maybe all I wanted was something sweet. Something that reminded me why I fell in love with him in the first place and assured me that no matter how tough things got, we could work through them together.But the distance between us just kept getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and the more time that passed, the harder it felt to take the step to just call him. Why did I put th
My Father's Best Friend Is He Too Old?
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My Father's Best Friend Going Home
AndrewNone of the vehicles I owned would accommodate the cast on Raven’s leg or provide the lumbar support she needed for the ride home, so I booked a spacious van with drop-down side steps for her. She raised a skeptical eyebrow at it when it pulled up in front of the exit, and she tried to peer around at me where I stood behind her wheelchair.“Really, Dad? A minivan? Have you lost all your mojo since I’ve been in the hospital?”I rolled my eyes and helped her to her feet. “I was hoping you’d lose some of your attitude along with your movability.”“My attitude is genetic.”“Touché.”She hobbled along beside me to the van. Had this gone down a few months ago when things with her were still rocky, I was sure she never would have leaned on me for support. In fact, I’d bet money that she would have crawled on her belly military style if she had to.The driver came around and pulled open the sliding door. It locked into place, and I half lifted, half slid Raven into the seat in the back
My Father's Best Friend Dinner and Drinks
AndrewWhen Lanie arrived just before five, she let herself in the front door. She and Raven embraced, both of them giggling shyly and poking light fun at each other. Then she came to me and wrapped one arm around my waist. She rested her cheek on my chest for the briefest moment and looked up at me. I bent to give her a kiss. It was a brief one, but it was sweet nonetheless, and I could taste the lingering flavor of her cherry chapstick on my lips when she bustled into the kitchen, carrying the bags she refused to give me when I tried to take them from her.Raven hobbled after her, and I came in last.Lanie set everything out on the counter.“What are we making?” Raven asked, leaning up on the counter so she didn’t have to put weight on her bad leg.“Tacos.” Lanie grinned.Raven clapped her hands together and looked up at me. “We haven’t had tacos in ages!”“Because they’re a little—” I paused, catching the way Lanie looked over at me. “A little meal.”Lanie arched her eyebrow, but a
My Father's Best Friend Please Stay
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My Father's Best Friend A Revelation in the Bathtub
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My Father's Best Friend Lanie's Stallion
AndrewMe and five of my companions hit the golf course at eight the next morning. It was looking to be a beautiful day, so we passed on the golf carts and walked our clubs to each new tee. Bob was there, dressed in argyle socks, khaki shorts, and a green polo. His golf hat was perched atop his head, and he looked the part of a golfer who had retired to Florida, rather than a man who was playing a friendly game of golf amongst his peers, each of which was probably worth around a billion dollars.I was sick over Lanie leaving, but I didn’t have time to figure out what the fuck the problem was. She was young. Too young for me. Maybe I’d made a torrential mistake giving her a ring. It hurt me to even think it.Damon and Matthew Bryant were there, Damon being the one Bob had pulled in on the deal. Matt was Erica’s boyfriend, Lanie’s best friend. I liked Matthew right off the bat the first time I met him. He insisted on being called Matt, and his sense of humor cut the awkward tension imme
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