My best friends dad (Flower Power) - Sex Stories

My best friends dad (Flower Power)

My name is Emma or rather it isn’t; but you may have read story about me in which I was Emma. I now it sounds confusing but I will try to explain. To be honest I don’t know why I am actually bothering because I agreed that this story should not be written. I can’t help it though, it was so surreal that I have to do it. My husband Dan likes the videos available on this site and I don’t object because it has led us to have a really good sex life. I don’t tend to watch the videos so much but I do like to read some of the stories. Dan always says “I don’t know why you waste your time with those stories, they are all made up. Imagine my surprise then when I read a story written by a man who has fantasised about fucking me. I couldn’t be sure to start with but the more I read it the more it convinced me that the girl he was fucking was me. The story I read was called 'My daughter's friend (Flower power) In his story he has changed the names of everyone except mine. The man calls himself Andy and he has always called me Emma but presumably didn’t change it because it is not my real name. I shall continue to use the names he used so that a little anonymity can be maintained. At first I was outraged but the more I read it the more it turned me on and the more flattered I became that he should think about fucking me. I suspect that the man who wrote the story is the father of one of my best friends. Some of the story he told is complete fabrication, some of it is true and some of it ...

... there is no way I could know. I used to work in the City but gave it up a couple of years ago because the hectic life was wearing me down. I opened a small florist business about 2 years ago and have been building it up. I really enjoy going to work now whereas before the pressure was just too much. I had befriended Katie’s dad on Facebook and as Andy explained in his story there was no motive behind it and we did not begin a relationship using this medium. I did however, use Facebook to offer him some flowers for his wife Judy at a discounted price. He took me up on the offer and I delivered the flowers to his wife the next day on my way round to my mum’s house. That part of the story was pretty accurate; obviously I cannot confirm whether or not he ended up fucking his wife in the bathroom after I left. I delivered flowers a few times after that and he clearly had a god memory of what I had been wearing on those occasions. I’m reasonably sure that his descriptions of my outfits were pretty accurate. I read the story several times and no it wasn’t me that gave it a thumb down, quite the opposite in fact. In the end I decided that I would confront him. Find out why he did it, as if I didn’t know and try to ensure that he didn’t involve me in any of his later stories. I took a print of the story, folded it up and placed it in my handbag. I decided that I would wear the green floral dress that he pictured me wearing in his story and see what his reaction would be. I sorted out ...