Girls his own age were probably lined up to date him and have sex with him, so why Mandy? What did she bring to the table the others didn’t?Jeff was very polite around me—almost too polite. His politeness reminded me of that old TV show “Leave it to Beaver”. Eddie Haskell was polite around adults, almost to the point of being sickening, and an asshole when adults weren’t around. Was Jeff like that to Mandy when they weren’t around me? The idea that Jeff and my daughter were probably having sex didn’t bother me that much. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. It took me a couple of years to discover what I considered to be good sex—sex with a boy who cared enough to tend to my needs as well as his own. Most boys didn’t have a clue. indian I really wanted to talk to her about that, but I didn’t know how to go about it. The Daddy File A mother shouldn’t read things like that about her daughter. She shouldn’t know her daughter has become totally submissive to a boy. She shouldn’t learn that her daughter is required to call her boyfriend “Daddy” even when in the company of their friends in high school—both hers and his. A mother shouldn’t know her daughter is suffering humiliation at the hands of her boyfriend. She shouldn’t know that her daughter can deny her boyfriend nothing. A mother shouldn’t read about her daughter being ordered to show her boyfriend’s teammates her abundant breasts. She shouldn’t read about her daughter being ordered to give her boyfriend’s brother a blowjob. More than anything else, a mother shouldn’t read about her daughter obeying amateur those commands willingly and happily. She shouldn’t know her daughter is repeatedly subjected to very rough sex, that she is drug around by her hair, that her boyfriend forces his large cock down her throat and holds it there until she passes out. A mother simply shouldn’t know those things about her daughter. The problem was, after reading the “Daddy file”, I did know those things and more. I’ve wished for many things over the years. I’ve wished I could win the lottery Hardcore so finances wouldn’t always be an issue. I’ve wished I wouldn’t gain two pounds every time I stopped working out for a week, causing me to work out that much harder for the next month. And I’ve wished I had a fuck buddy who would come over and service my sexual needs on demand. Now I had a whole new wish list. Now I wished I hadn’t read Mandy’s “Daddy File”. Now I wished I didn’t have an almost constant fantasy about being in her shoes and experiencing what she was experiencing. And I wished, just once, I could masturbate myself to orgasm without thinking about all the things I read in that file. But the old saying comes to mind, “Wish in one hand, spit in the other and see which one fills up the quickest.” “So, how are things going with you and Jeff?” I asked Mandy one evening. 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