Is This The Jackpot Or The 7th Level Of Hell?

Shyster John like story, or one worthy of Logan, but for me this is new terrortory
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Last weekend my oldest daughter (AKA "Aggie Money Pit") organized a small get together at our home for some of her friends. This is no big deal, all the girls are in college now and I've known some since they were in elementary school. They're all good kids, so I didn't expect any trouble, but just to make sure I evicted my teen-aged son for the day and stayed home but out of the way.
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The girls were having a high old time up in the game room and I was at the kitchen table with a Siamese purr-monster in my while I was watching TV & eating some crackers. Then Jane Doe comes galumphing down the stairs & into the kitchen. She's on a search-and-rescue mission for more munches. MORE?!?! "Y'all have already eaten twice your combined body weights in Doritos..." She smiles, and sits at the table across from me (blocking the TV) asking if she could talk for a moment. "Sure.." I reply (Cant see the TV anyway.)
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When "money pit" was a High School Freshman Jane was her Drill Team Captain. They've stayed close over the years and I see Jane three or four times a year. Our past conversations have primarily consisted of "Hi Jane..." "Hi Mr. Hunter..." Our longest conversation occurred last December when I ran into her and her youngest sister (her parents had a "bonus baby" her freshman year in college) in the grocery store. And that was merely polite conversation in the check out line. So it was a surprise she wanted to "talk" but no so much that it shocked me.
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She's in her 2nd or 3rd year at a local Juridica Ludus and is stressed over school, men (boys), and finances. Mostly finances. With the poor economy and having younger siblings in the pipeline, her folks can't support her at the level she's accustomed (that's my interpretation anyway).
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One thing you must understand is that both my daughters are dancers, so over the years I've had a parade of nubile teen, post-teen, and young ladies through my house. I've always been professional, patriarchal, and un-tempted. But while reciting her litany of woe Jane is leaning forward on the table so her cleavage is popping out of the top of her T-shirt in a way I've seen waitresses at Hooters do. However, I keep my eyes locked on her very, very blue eyes....
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Then she leans back and does that hair flip thing that women do which makes her perky B/C's bounce with joy and drops this line, "I guess what I need is some sugar from a happy Papi..." and I feel a foot up my pants leg...
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BONG, BONG, BONG....
GENERAL QUARTERS, GENERAL QUARTERS, ALL HANDS MAN YOUR PANIC STATIONS!
THE TRAFFIC PATTERN IS RUN IN CIRCLES SCREAM AND SHOUT!
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
BONG, Bong, bong..
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It took all my will to overcome the panic and maintain a straight poker face. I kept the conversation going asking her simple questions on her finances all the while my mind is racing...
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"What's that against my leg, is it her?!?" Where are the cats? Oh, purr-monster is in my lap.. Where's your sister you dumb animal? Oh, she's in the cat tree... Did Jane really say what I think she said? Is she really feeling me out... Gawd she's HOT, look at those boobs, eyes - eyes. Look-at-her EYES DAMNIT!..."
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Suddenly a call from upstairs puts Jane back on her munchie mission and I watch as that tight butt, shapely legs, and flowing strawberry blond hair bounce up the stairs. Then a drop of sweat falls from the tip of my nose onto my half eaten cracker...
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I was in partial shock, not really sure what transpired as I questioned my memory and my sanity. I'm not some wealthy lawyer or banker, but a widowed, out of shape, pushing 50, grumpy old engineer, with three kids, two cats, a mortgage, and I drive a Focus. I make ends meet, we have enough for a rainy day, and I budget my hobby money like the stingy Scotsman of my heritage (that's another story). So my first thought is why me?
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And eventually, in my mind, that's what settles it. I couldn't rationalize how that gorgeous creature would seek me out, even for a SugarDaddy relationship. Knowing that one of my souvenirs from my Navy days is that I can have a hard time hearing higher tones I shrugged the episode off as a middle-aged fantasy/delusion. Until...
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I got a Facebook friend request last night from Jane. In her request was a note that, in effect, stated she can be VERY (her emphasis) friendly for the right reasons... I must have held the mouse over the accept button for an hour before I logged out & went to bed.
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Remember, I know her family. We exchange Christmas cards. I can just see how that would play at the PTA. But she's HOT, legal, and after ME! (And my money, but what else is new?)
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I'm at a loss, any ideas on what should I do?

I'd walk. Getting some prime ass would be great. Losing a daughter's trust? Dude, I hate to say it, but there are better things in life than pussy.

Wow...

It seems to me by reading your post that she has thrown the ball into your court. My biggest concern of course is how would your daughter react if this were to get out? I would seriously consider passing on this girl. Your daughter is much more important than a nice piece of ass.

Cool your jets - way too close to the flagpole and way too many possible long term consequences!!!

Send her my email address. LOL LOL

Walk away. Don't give in to temptation. In fact, rent the movie American Beauty.

Oh, and what lenh51 said!

Cats rule!

tell her to join us here and she will find her papi....that is,if there is no SO in the house.
i would stay away..too many bad things come come out of it.

oh baby....R U N...do not walk...R U N as fast and hard as you've ever run. And if ever questioned about any incident of this nature occuring between you and her....deny deny deny....you had no inkling anything like this was being eluded to at any point in time....period. Our children are much happier thinking of us as non-sexual human entities. Just being called a MILF by my son's friends on a regular basis nearly ruined our relationship, and I obviously had no control over that.

Kudos to you for remaining calm! I know a lot of dads who aren't as cool-headed. You've already heard from the other gentlemen that you shouldn't do it, and I wholeheartedly agree. Not only is it not something you can easily afford, but the loss of your daughter's trust could be heartbreaking. You sound like a great dad. Don't let that change.

Trojan Horse! Don't let it through the gate!

First the jackpot, later the attack, probably from your daughter.

I unintentionally lost my daughter's trust many years ago, not for the same reasons. Took several years and some unrelated tragedy for both of us to win her back. Believe me, the pleasure of no one girl is worth it. There is plenty of wonderful pussy here that only costs cash at the level you are willing to pay. I rarely give advice. Don't risk throwing your daughter away. Buy some fine stuff here for yourself, go home, enjoy your daughter, and "Don't worry, be happy."

BTW Jane will either find another person to injure, or better yet, maybe she will learn to live within her means. A difficult, yet wonderful lesson to learn.

Torito

It's a jackpot that will consign you to the seventh circle of hell for the rest of your life.

As others have pointed out, there's too much at stake for you to have anything to do with her. And, much as some of us wish WE could be the ones to render assistance, I doubt that you can figure out some way to surreptitiously put your bestest friend for 50 years (me! j/k) in contact with her.

In fact, don't even be tempted to mention that there are sites on the web where she can go to find the type of assistance she's looking for.

Decline her Facebook invitation. The next time have the chance, tell her that you can't render the type of assistance she seeks, and leave it at that.

I can only imagine what you will be imagining when you see her from now on.

Your daughter's friend offering some "playtime" and she is hot.......


I have a question for you, you mention you know her family and what not, up until the day she approached you for playtime, how did you think of her, was she like an additional daughter, if so walk away, plenty of young college lovelies out there to play with. If your daughter found out it, im sure it would crush her, if her and the friend are extremely close- like sisters.

Makes me so glad i am not a guy, i would make all the wrong decision for a piece of cute tail. Lol

Good luck with your decision.

Daughter's friend....yeah too many possible things could go wrong for your family there. My concern is how she instinctively knew to come to you? Does it mean your daughter knows something and they shared or some other tells?

Is she looking for a "papi" or a blackmail target?

Just what would you pay to keep your kids and wife and everyone else in your world unaware of anything wrong you did?

It may be harmless but it may also be time to take a step back and look at the worst that can happen and take some corrective steps.

BTW, can you send me her Facebook link?

send her my way, seriously. I am single and have done the SD stuff too

I like you pussy avatar too.