drakestories: I had a few qualms of guilt. Nearly fifty years old and I was fucking my own son. “Will, I don’t know if this is right,” I huffed one night as we made out. “I shouldn’t be fucking you.” “C’mon Dad. Please!” he sounded
drakestories: I had a few qualms of guilt. Nearly fifty years old and I was fucking my own son. “Will, I don’t know if this is right,” I huffed one night as we made out. “I shouldn’t be fucking you.” “C’mon Dad. Please!” he sounded
