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So when I push my boxers down just far enough to free myself and grasp my dick, I imagine it’s her instead.

When I start twisting my hand around as I move up and down my shaft, I imagine it’s her mouth sucking me in.

When the fantasy becomes too much, and I explode all over my stomach, I imagine it’s her cunt taking everything I give her.

After I grab some tissues and clean myself off, I’m faced with the reality that I just jacked off to the thought of my daughter’s ballet teacher, the woman who’s nine years younger than me.

And all I can think about now is how I wish that was real, how I wish I could actually get to know her in that way.

This isn’t the dry spell talking.

I want Olive.

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Olive

Lane

Hey, Ballerina

Olive

Hi, Hotshot

Did you enjoy the rest of your solo night?

Lane

I certainly did

Watched a movie and just hung out in bed

Olive

What movie?

Lane

Black Swan

Olive

You watched a ballet movie?

Lane

What can I say

Ballet is piquing my interest lately

Olive

I wonder why that is

Lane

Well, see, my daughter takes ballet lessons

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