She hiked her skirt. I heard the rustle of her panties. Were they the gray triangles like in my imagination? How could I know what pair she wore?That ...as impossible.I slowly stroked my cock as she sat down. I could hear her peeing. She was right there. I just had to fling open the door. Show her my naked body. Offer her my cock to suck on. She would lean forward and engulf it.Dad was home...It would be wrong. They were married. In love. Right? They had to be. They were still together. My chest. She glanced at my prostrate form as she strolled past and entered her bedroom to change from her school clothes and drop off her book bag. Returning in a few minutes, the twelve year old slid next to me on the couch, pressing closely to make herself a space. There I was, firmly against her soft, pre-teen body. Her long brown hair was still done up in a thick braid, which she pulled around and laid on her chest. To make more room for us, I slid my arm under her head. My face was then inches. More

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