Dad s Magazines
I was up in the treehouse that my dad and I had built. It was raining, and I thought I would wait it out before going home for lunch. I was browsing through one of my porn magazines. One of the many I had stashed up here. If you can call fifteen a lot? I found them in a box in the garage shortly after dad passed away. I was playing with myself as I turned the pages, wondering when I would be lucky enough to meet a girl that would do what these girls were doing. According to the magazines, my...