Lately he was being too nice to me and I wonder if my mom might be getting suspicious. I don't know how much she trusts him, but I do know that she doesn't trust me. Despite my desires, I fought them off. I was trying to be a good daughter and allow my mother to have a chance a happiness. I had learned my lesson because of Frank, and if Harry came after me, I would refuse and then snitch on his ass. When I get horny a I can't find willing guys who feel honored to ram my ass. I also have the option of sensual masturbation. I like to play with myself and getting that rush of passion anally as my orgasms flow.
Despite my options, I must admit I've had erotic dreams about of Harry. I remember how hard his cock was and wondered was it me who made him like that, or is he just a horn dog? I had no plans to be guided by those foolish dreams, however things didn't go as I planned. All my pent-up passions and fantasies came to fruition on a warm day in May.
I guess it was inevitable that Harry would come after me. I flirt, it’s what I do, and I know that men are curious and turned on. Mom was working and I didn’t realize that Harry was home until I came downstairs. He explained that he was home because work had stopped due to lack of certain materials. I was wearing those noticeably short shorts, exposing a portion of my buttocks. Frank had loved these shorts so much.
Harry was sipping on a beer and watching sports, but now his eyes turned to me. “Those shorts sure show a lot of skin. They are might skimpy ain’t they? I can see you have what it takes.” He couldn’t help but lick his lips and shake his head in wonder as he focused on my ass, legs, and tits. “You a hot piece, you know that?” I was wearing pink blouse with flared sleeves and a ruffle collar, with the shorts. I wasn't trying to tempt him or anything, it was my home to be comfortable inside. Besides, I didn’t even know he was home until I saw him. However, I had the instinct for flirting, and I couldn’t turn off the girl flow. So, I was flirting, but it wasn’t my fault. I’m incredibly soft when there’s hard dick in the room, I react by flirting back. Men say I’m gorgeous, but I know men will say what they feel needs to be said to get what they want, so I don’t get smug about horny men’s compliments.
