Dream or Not
Dream or Not----------Many times I had watched my father and his girlfriends make out on the couch in the living room below me late at night, not really understanding what exactly was going on, but knowing that they were enjoying themselves. I was too young to understand and naive to comprehend their activities.I had seen the girls climb atop my father, grunting, groaning and gyrating back and forth on his stomach. I saw their breasts bouncing up and down, his hands reaching up and grabbing...