My Daughter's Best Friend

By J. D. Tufts

When my daughter asked if her friend from college could stay with us for the summer, I was shocked to find the tallest woman I had ever seen meeting me at the airport. I can't let my lust take over. What would my daughter think? How can I resist? Especially when her friend is still growing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. D. Tufts
• Release date: Jun 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005173333

J. D. Tufts

Jason David Tufts was born in Fort Wayne, Indiana on January 7th, 1984. Interested in writing fiction from a young age, he was drawn to the fantastical, and would marry this to his obsession with large and strong women while a student at Columbia, University. Iiving many years in Philadelphia, he currently resides in Seattle, Washington with his much taller wife Michelle and their twin sons.

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MY DAUGHTER’S BEST FRIEND

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Relationships since my divorce had not been particularly exciting to me. I dated a number of women in the six years since my ex-wife and I split up, but none of them lasted very long. I was attracted initially but would lose interest within a few months. Specifically, sexual interest. None of the women I dated could match my attraction to my busty six-foot-four ex, Kristen. At five-foot-seven, I was able to date a few women who were a little taller than me, but just normal tall women did little for me after spending years with such a stunning Amazon.

My marriage had ended abruptly and with little warning. My ex had childhood trauma that she hadn’t really dealt with, and throughout the fourteen years we were married she had expected me to fix it. For a while, I expected her to come back. She still seemed attached to me, would