Fail at dating
Not only was this evident in my experience, it also emerged in the Ph D research I was conducting at the time about the British matchmaking industry in the 1970s and 1980s.The dating entrepreneurs I studied all boasted about how exclusive their outfits were, but when I interviewed people who had actually used these services, they all said their dates were no better – and often worse – than the ones they encountered in less exalted forums.A week had passed since my wife had caught us, and I still hadn't heard from her. Even so, Megan and I were still making love every day and now Megan had even stopped wearing clothes at home.As soon as she would walk through the door from school she would be removing her clothes at the doorstep leaving them in a pile. Suddenly I snapped back to reality and realized I was still in the shower alone, with a raging hardon, I needed to find my darling daughter and fuck her, I needed to come so badly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing I had to rub my eyes twice and pinch myself to make sure I wasn't still daydreaming. She was smiling as our daughter was fingering her cunt, rubbing her hand over her bush and exploring the pink folds underneath.Which brings me to why Davis’s idea, however good it sounds, is doomed to fail.First, when it comes to dating, promises of social exclusivity are bunk.So when Saturday came I didn't notice any difference when I walked through the door and saw a pile of clothes on the stairs, I called Megan's name and I didn't get an answer. Megan went crazy and began to squirt all over my dick. I lost control and flooded my daughter with my seed. So I dried myself quickly and walked naked towards our bedroom. She kissed her lips one more time before starting a journey down her body with her lips.
I didn't even waste any time as I grabbed my hard cock and lined my cock into my daughter's tight pussy.I had been in the shower for a few minutes just letting the water hit me. I was almost pulling out, then driving my dick back into Megan's tight pussy. She especially looked like she was in heaven as Megan kissed the soft underside of her boobs while her hands explored the wetness of her pussy lips.As I stood there thinking about everything that had happened, I couldn't help getting hard, daydreaming about fucking Megan. Suddenly Megan finished her oral exploration of her mother's chest and slowly started kissing down her mother's stomach, stopping momentarily at her belly button. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing my pregnant daughter was eating her own mother's pussy, which I hadn't touched in months.There’s this new app that caters to people exactly like you: intellectual snobs with lots of degrees who hate prosecco and love champagne and Margaret Thatcher!” Somehow I persisted, though, and soon noticed something funny – whenever I tried a dating service that purported to be socially exclusive in any way, I made fewer and worse matches.