Novel & Cerita My Fathers Best Friend

If he didn't accept to do as he was told, he was going to punish him. My father was a good man, nevertheless, sometimes he forgets that there are lines that you're not meant to cross and things you shouldn't do. He shouldn't have messed around with his Friend's son. He forgot his Father, Philip was once his best friend and he loved him dearly. He shouldn't have plotted to kill Laurent over some mere word that I said to him. But he cared more about his reputation than he cared about me. I thought he loved me. I thought he was going to always support me.

0 New Messages on POF. Sighing loudly, I decided to just lay down and scroll through Facebook on my phone. There wasn't much else to do, and I was curious to see what people were getting up too. It was pretty much the same old, same old... and then a post popped up that made me freeze. Roman Lewis. Super hot Roman Lewis. Sadly to me, Mr Lewis. My dad's best friend. He was such a daddy fantasy. Sure, he was older..in his mid 40's I believe, but that's what made him so attractive, He was one of those... old but in shape with tattoos and a beard. Just, extremely attractive overall!

She cried again. My dad was and is a father like no other. The only one in the million. Not because he was rich no. It was due to his love and character. We were too proud of him. He was our heaven but only to wake up one day that we ain't biological related. We went mad, especially me. I became the lost sheep. Thanks to my hubby here that l found myself again. I bowed that no one will replace my dad. Gavin Maina. Not because he was rich and famous that am afraid to live poorly,but because he was the best friend l grew up with and knowing. It's unfortunately he can't share today's happiness with me. With us. I would have liked it when l run to him. In his warm chest and give him a tight hugg

"Look who finally decided to show up in this humble abode!" Humble. I thought under my breath watching an older man in his late fifties. Armund Murray, my father's best friend snickered, tugging on his arm and they both hugged each other. They both were childhood best friends turned business partners. So it was natural for Francesca and I to be friends as well. "I hope it was a pleasant journey here." Francesca's soft voice floated around breaking my chain of thoughts. I blinked, adjusting to her presence as she embraced my mother.

I felt so sorry for him, he has been through so much already. “You think we were ever best friends?” He scoffed out loud and chuckled like the maniac that he was, “your father betrayed my father and had him locked up in jail, he died shortly after in that jail simply because your father refused to understand that best friends are supposed to be there for each other.” David yelled back, clearly angry about what he had just brought up. I had no idea about what had transpired between their father’s so I silently watched the both of them and remained silent.

He smiled lightly before replying, "You must've misjudged me, Aria. I never stared at you that way. Why would I want to harm the daughter of my friend?" "You know my mother?" I muttered. "I suppose you meant to ask if I knew your father," he said, and my eyes flared open. I didn't know my father. I have never met him in person or even seen a picture of him. Mom never talked about my father, and hearing that someone knew my father ignited so much curiosity inside me. "You know my dad?" I asked, my curiosity so evident in my voice. He nodded slightly. "Yes, I do. Your father and I are best friends. We used to walk around the woods together, hunt little animals, and eat them together."

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

My eyes teared up and I couldn’t help but cry out as I reached my climax. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” He jerked in my mouth. It was warm and tasted like pure pleasure as I swallowed. I licked all the way down to his base as his groans filled the room. I just fucking came from sucking my father’s best friend’s dick, and it was the best fucking thing ever.

Their best friend, someone that they rely on is what I had always wished for, but here I am, I can’t even take an excuse to be with them when they are sick because of my past. The past that I don’t want it to affect the lives of my kids. The past that I don’t want them to have anything to do with. I am going to be both their mother and their father, they don’t need any incompetent man to stand up for that title. Using my personal line, I rang up the driver, letting him know that we would be going to the other side of the town for meeting, before I prepared my bag. To say, this is the first time I would be going to a meeting with Mr. Charles to another company. He had always gone there alone,

DAMIEN Dad asked me to be his date to his friend's exhibition. Ofcourse I said yes. We don't hang out much since I moved away from the city. I miss him. And I miss our little smoking sessions on the porch as we talk and laugh. He's always been great company. People complain about dads all the time but I have no complains when it comes to my father. I've admired and looked up to him since I was a child. He's my role model. And aside from that, he's also my best friend. And that's why I immediately jumped on the opportunity to spend time with him at this exhibition.