My daughter was a gift
It had happened to my daughter and me. It was during a summer when my daughter was about sixteen. My husband was away at work and our black neighbor was helping me with one thing or another. With one ear I knew that my daughter was in her room with the door closed. But my own salaciousness was taking the best of me. This being a hot summer day, he was shirtless and wearing thin sports slacks. His abs were fabulous. I had on pair of tiny white cotton athletic shorts that were a size to small...
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