With his fetish for younger girls, no make that pretty young girls, he corrected himself, he would fuck any of them if the opportunity presented itself. Well, almost, he thought guiltily. Any of them, except, of course, Kathy, his sixteen-year-old daughter, who was the prettiest of t lot.

It was a voyeur's dream he thought to himself, watching out through the big picture window as the girls vaulted around making their nubile, young tits wiggle and jiggle under their cute cheerleader tops. But then, he found his eyes drawn to his daughter, Kathy's bosom. Her breasts were definitely the most imposing of the group, jutting out proudly as she frolicked around haughtily thrusting them out for all to see how big they were.

His could feel his cock unfurling itself as he tore his eyes off her breasts and watched all the girls cavorting about with their cute little asses flashing into view from under short, short skirts.

Thinking about all the tight, young pussies barely hidden under the sexy, little panties quickly added impetus to the hardening of his cock. Looking down, he saw that it was already jutting up under his shorts, tenting them with its impressive eight-inch length.

Then he saw his daughter stop and look in the window directly at him. A strange look washed across her face for a second. But then she turned and rejoined the other cheerleaders. For some weird reason, he found himself blushing. As a hot flash washed over him, he reached over and picked up his towel. Quickly, he draped it across his lap to hide the obvious evidence of his vulgar thoughts.

Hell, he thought, who could blame him? His wife, Lorna had been gone a whole week. And for someone used to getting it two or three times a week, he was in a very horny state. And then you run fifteen young cheerleaders under his nose, just how in the hell was he supposed to react? He was only thirty-seven. He wasn't dead just yet. And Lorna wasn't due home for another week. Guess he would just have to take care of it himself tonight, he thought to himself suddenly noticing that the cheerleading practice had apparently ended as the girls were departing. Soon, only Kathy was left standing in the backyard by the gate waving to the girls as they left.

With the towel still draped across his shorts, Josh leaned back and quickly started lifting weights once again. Grunting, he lifted the bar, and over the clang of the weights, he heard the door to the rec room open and close.

The jangling of the weights hid the sound of Kathy's footsteps, but all at once she was standing by the bench looking down at him.

"Hi, muscle man," she laughed as he grunted, shoved the weights up and replaced them on the weight holder.

"Oh, hi, Honeybuns," he grinned looking up at her. "Practice over?" ......(cont)