Mortymoose
Honorary Master
Anyone else experience this?
Back when in the day, I knew a few old men, who would ogle at the eye candy as they walked past, young girls, late teens, early twenties..... they would do this in a professional manner, experienced, holding an in depth conversation with me, eyes sliding, tongue hanging out, the occasional sigh as they reminisced about their own horny days of youth....
I never liked this, thought it quite degrading... but as the years went by I would find myself in a mall gazing at the sprightly young curves.... no harm, just eye candy..... I was on my way to being a dirty old man....
Or so I thought....
My two daughters grew up, well hit the late teens, bordering on the twenties..... and something deep inside changed.....
The eye candy was no longer captivating, the sensation gone...... "Good Grief Morty, tis some poor father's daughter...." , I would tell myself.....
Does this happen to all aging father's of daughters?

Back when in the day, I knew a few old men, who would ogle at the eye candy as they walked past, young girls, late teens, early twenties..... they would do this in a professional manner, experienced, holding an in depth conversation with me, eyes sliding, tongue hanging out, the occasional sigh as they reminisced about their own horny days of youth....
I never liked this, thought it quite degrading... but as the years went by I would find myself in a mall gazing at the sprightly young curves.... no harm, just eye candy..... I was on my way to being a dirty old man....
Or so I thought....
My two daughters grew up, well hit the late teens, bordering on the twenties..... and something deep inside changed.....
The eye candy was no longer captivating, the sensation gone...... "Good Grief Morty, tis some poor father's daughter...." , I would tell myself.....
Does this happen to all aging father's of daughters?
