My ink once freely flowed. Your cock burst the zipper to shower appreciation on my stories.Now, worldly stresses spank my fantasies, shooing them to my mind's darkest corners. I scribble a dribble. Then, a drabble. Alas, the well runs dry. Time passes. I rest my pen against my parched lips. Then, push...

With my little eye

"Having caught his son watching the redhead across the street, the dad takes things a step further"

As Stuart McFarland stood at the window of his teenage son’s bedroom, he scanned the buildings opposite, wondering what his son had been up to. He ran the binoculars over the lighted windows and spotted a rather attractive redhead pulling...