Her tiny hand looked so small, wrapped around my stiff dick. “You’re bigger than Dad. Did I mention that?”“Yes.” I took her hand away, “an... if you don’t stop that, I’ll never get to drink this.” She giggled.I sat on the stool next to her, asked her how her Dad was this morning, and how’s he was coping with the plaster on his ankle.“Oh, he’s sore. Last night after you left, he struggled to get up the hall and into bed. He was a bit smelly so I offered to give him a bath, but he was in pain. So I. His personal masculine inadequacies had finally taken complete control. She raced to the sofa, John’s favorite seat in his office, and took off her clothes. She slipped out of her work shoes and socks, she placed them carefully beside each other under the sofa. She unzipped her blue nylon uniform, folded it, and set it on a nearby chair. She unfastened her chemise, laid it on the dress, and last pulled down her panties, placing them on the chemise. Completely naked she knelt on the floor in. More

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