Everyone involved is 18 years of age or older...
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I'll just come right out and say it; I'm not a good person. In fact, some would call be a bad or evil person. I'm borderline psychopathic. I say borderline because yes, I do feel guilt at times. But like most people, I am able to put the guilt in a box, throw that box to the back of my mind, and ignore its very existence. I say psychopathic because I can do it better than probably ninety percent of the world's population.
You are probably wondering why I say I'm a bad person, right? Well, you see, I have a fetish. A fetish? Well, that's not so bad! You're probably thinking! You might want to hold off on exonerating me just yet. But you also needn't worry, it's got nothing to do with kids. I think anyone who touches a kid ought to have their balls crushed in a vice while they are still conscious. And after subsequent torture has brought them to the brink of sanity, they ought to have a shotgun shoved all the way up their asses before the trigger is pulled.
But wait, you might ask. If I am a borderline psychopath capable of ignoring any guilt over my actions, the logical question that follows is; why am I pouring out my soul for the world? Is this a confession? Maybe, is the best I can do with that question. But if I'm being totally honest, I know that the events I'm about to describe are unbelievable to the rational mind. Everyone knows that magic doesn't exist! Right?
And so, truth will be treated as no more than fantasy from a kinky mind on the net.
Let me properly introduce myself. I'm Job, I've always hated that name. Who gave parents the bright idea to call their kid "work"? Anyway, I'm Job, forty two years old with a wife, three sons and a daughter. If you can believe it, I had all of them between the age of twenty and twenty three. The first two were twins, I had my third son a year later, and my daughter a year after that. You might be wondering what I was thinking, but I was young and in love (translation, horny and stupid!). The only smart thing my actions, was the fact that I had them all by the same woman, luckily. I had to drop out of graduate school soon after to join the military to support my family.
Anyway, I'm six foot three, and still very much in shape due to my rigorous exercise regime. I work for a high end private security firm and so, being fit is also partly a requirement for my line of work. I'm now ex-military, I was a highly trained member of a division I am not at liberty to divulge. But let's just say I always have a plan of how to kill everyone in the room and an exfiltration strategy at hand should I need it. I know my way around quite a range of weapons and have at one point or the other probably used most of them to end someone's life.
I am one of the top paid agents in the firm I work for, and given the kind of clients we serve, it's safe to say, I can afford to live easy. Especially now that almost all of my kids are out of the house except for my youngest daughter. I live in a penthouse in the kind of upper class neighborhood that actually has a fence around it.
My wife, Tammy. Also in great shape, but in her case it's largely because I required it of her. If I was going to make an effort to look good, then she damn sure wasn't going to sit around and grow fat. Besides, she quit working months after I landed this job with the firm ten years ago and became a stay at home mom. And given the fact that we've always had a cleaning service since before she quit working, what else would she be doing all day?
She has golden blonde hair which she always wore in a ponytail, so that her face was even more visible. Even at forty, my wife still turned heads with her beauty and physique. She had double D's with a bit of sag due to her age, a narrow waist and wide hips, but her best feature as far as I was concerned, was her ass. Damn that ass! She'd always had a great ass, but years in the gym had made it the kind that you could bounce a quarter off!
Unfortunately, what nature gave her in looks, it withheld in brains. A charitable way of putting it is, I married her for looks, not brains. But if one is not feeling so charitable and is just plain frank, my wife can be a total airhead most of the times. I sometimes joke at her expense, that the smartest thing to ever enter her head, was my dick. She laughs at the joke every time, then gets on her knees and asks me to make her smarter. Whether she gets it, I honestly can't tell.
In an odd twist of fate, my three sons took after her intellectually, while my daughter took after me. My son's however, were all good at sports and managed to get themselves scholarships and even join professional teams in their respective sports. The twins in football and their younger brother in basketball, Obviously, I'm not going to tell you who they are or which teams they currently play for. But for the purposes of this narration, let's just call them Chad, Brad and Eric..
My daughter, we'll call her Kristi, got the best of both worlds, her mother's beauty and body, and my sharp wits. She's just finished high school and should be joining university in the fall (needless to say, I'm not going to tell you which university either). Given the kind of family she's been born into, she'd be the odd one out if she didn't work out or engage in some physical activity, so she joins her mother and I regularly on our workouts.
Her hair, like mine, was black. But like her mother, she always wore it in a ponytail. While a C cup in the chest area, my daughter's big ass was every bit as hypnotic as her mother's. You might feel the need to judge me for checking out my daughter but after all the hours I have seen her on a treadmill over the years, I'd have to be blind not to have noticed it.
