Ann’s day dream

Ann looked over to where her father was sitting with Mr. Marsh, or Uncle Andrew as she’d sometimes called him.

His dress hugged every curve of his sexy 45 year old body. He had been alone ever since his wife had been killed in a robbery gone wrong. But that was before the Marsh’s even moved next door. It had just been Andrew and Stanley, father and son on their own. In those 18 years, he’d never dated, never made any mention of relationships.

She wanted him all the same.

She dreamed about him standing up, walking over to her and kissing her. She thought about mounting his stiff, mature rod. She wanted him to impregnate her. She dreamed of him in a beautiful white gown, becoming her husband.