A father who spends all his money on prostitutes! Don't worry, his daughter has the perfect solution 👍
My father was getting old and health problems were arising. I was a dreamy teenager, and my father was starting to behave increasingly strangely. He neglected his family and devoted all his attention to nightlife and prostitutes.
I told my mother, who ignored me at first, then she confided that my father had mild Alzheimer's and prostate problems, and there was no reason to be afraid. My father has feelings and sexual desires and gets aroused, but he's unable to make love to me.
This situation led my mother and me to decide to take matters into our own hands. My mother was no longer a source of excitement for my father, and I was going to be his "girlfriend."
I dressed in revealing clothes and behaved provocatively with my father, which prompted him to forget about nightlife and pay more attention to me.
To achieve this, I had to improve my performance and be the sole focus of his thoughts. He had to forget his other women at all costs and give me his undivided attention.
A long sweater, sheer black tights, and the perfect timing for my father's subconscious to absorb the new information at night before bed.
In front of the TV, I sat on the sofa opposite him. He occasionally glanced at my thighs, and just before I went to sleep, the opportune moment arrived to boost my father's testosterone levels. My phone in hand, I was watching the news, and suddenly I pretended my crotch was itchy. I lifted my sweater and, with my fingernails, gently scratched my genitals, which were visible to him under my tights and exposed without panties.
But in private, I said to him, "That's it, I'm sure you really want to lick my pussy, and you're going to do anything. Let time take its course, Dad."
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My father also looked at me as if I were one of the girls he was dating.I told my mother, who ignored me at first, then she confided that my father had mild Alzheimer's and prostate problems, and there was no reason to be afraid. My father has feelings and sexual desires and gets aroused, but he's unable to make love to me.
This situation led my mother and me to decide to take matters into our own hands. My mother was no longer a source of excitement for my father, and I was going to be his "girlfriend."
I dressed in revealing clothes and behaved provocatively with my father, which prompted him to forget about nightlife and pay more attention to me.
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Then I decided to have total control over my father and demand that he revise his spending habits and prioritize his family's needs above all else.To achieve this, I had to improve my performance and be the sole focus of his thoughts. He had to forget his other women at all costs and give me his undivided attention.
A long sweater, sheer black tights, and the perfect timing for my father's subconscious to absorb the new information at night before bed.
In front of the TV, I sat on the sofa opposite him. He occasionally glanced at my thighs, and just before I went to sleep, the opportune moment arrived to boost my father's testosterone levels. My phone in hand, I was watching the news, and suddenly I pretended my crotch was itchy. I lifted my sweater and, with my fingernails, gently scratched my genitals, which were visible to him under my tights and exposed without panties.
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I went back to my room and locked the door, and my father, as if by chance, was worried about me and asked if I needed anything. Of course, I left the door closed and told him, "No, thank you, I don't need anything."But in private, I said to him, "That's it, I'm sure you really want to lick my pussy, and you're going to do anything. Let time take its course, Dad."
