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  1. #1

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    Chloe's Prerogative

    Life is crazy sometimes. My wife and I had been married for a couple decades. Her career
    became more of a priority since having Chloe, my auburn-haired, hazel-eyed daughter.
    Since my work was usually seasonal, and I could choose my hours, I usually had the most
    opportunity to drive Chloe for social events and practices. Over the years, she enjoyed many
    activities, such as dance classes, soccer, music lessons, art classes and parties… my least
    favorite. She had a good head on her shoulders, but she often seemed naive and a tad klutzy.
    To her credit, she was usually optimistic, even during the awkward growth period in her
    mid-teens, when she transformed from the lanky and tomboyish kid I knew to a voluptuous
    young woman in less than a year. Seemingly overnight, her curves and taut, supple skin were
    impossible to ignore, especially when she wore old clothing that no longer contained her
    feminine form. We’d discussed her clothing, and she wore the newer, more appropriate options
    whenever she left the house, but she liked wearing her old clothes at home, because “they’re
    more comfy,” she’d say. I never argued with her over comfort at home, because I knew I’d wind up
    with an eyeful… eye candy I wasn’t getting otherwise.

    As smart as Chloe was, she was painfully naive when it came to knowledge about sex, so much so
    that I worried whenever she went to a party that was lacking sufficient oversight. We’d had many
    conversations, and I always promised to be an open book for her questions and curiosities. As much
    as I wanted to keep her safe and happy, I feared divulging too much would be overwhelming. Movies
    and television shows with adult situations were usually good for prompting conversations. Every few
    nights, we’d relax on the sofa and watch something together. She often had something in mind, but
    sometimes I’d choose something a bit more risqué to stoke her curiosity.

    One night in October, the air took a chill as the seasons started to shift. Chloe asked me to pick a movie,
    and for whatever reason, I chose Thor. She was excited, because she hadn’t seen it yet and wanted to
    see it, based on discussions she’d had with her girlfriends. About thirty minutes into the movie, as I
    reclined at one end of the sofa, she laid down across the sofa, draped a blanket over her body and rested
    her head on my lap. We weren’t physical much with each other, beyond hugs and playful banter, so I
    was a bit surprised as she snugged her head in my lap. She’d previously showered, so her hair was still
    slightly damp and smelled like coconut, a smell that reminded me of the lotion she’d smear on her
    skin for summer sessions in the sun. … Her lightly tanned skin would glisten in the sunlight, bathed in
    the glow of youthful vigor and luring my gaze. …

    My attention drifted just long enough for a bulge to form in my shorts near Chloe’s ear. I tried to think
    it away, but then I looked over at Chloe’s chest and saw her ample bosom peering out of a stretched
    and recently torn V-neck. The rip was almost as deep as her cleavage, of which I saw every inch. Her
    cherry pit-sized nipple casually rested against the softened edge of the torn neck line. Any hope of
    squelching an erection faded hopelessly when I saw the blanket moving near her abdomen. I stroked
    her hair and asked if she was comfy. Chloe seemed a bit startled when I touched her head, but she
    quickly relaxed again, turned slightly to look up at me with her big, beautiful, wild eyes and said, “I’m
    nearly there. Just don’t move.”

    I wasn’t quite sure how to take that, but curiosity made me compliant. Her eyes returned to the
    glowing radiance of Thor, and the blanket started moving again. Chloe’s wrist was making the blanket
    bulge pulsate, and it sounded like her fingers were enjoying a wild, wet adventure enveloped in the
    folds of her eager pussy. My erection was now rock hard, and not only pressing against the side of her
    head, but leaking into my thin, loose-fitting shorts. I caressed the edge of her ear with a finger as her
    quickened, hot and heavy breath wafted down my thigh. As her pace quickened, her body became
    more rigid, and her chest was almost completely bare. I pinched her earlobe and pushed down lightly
    on her head, making firm contact with my heated bulge. The combination coaxed her climax to completion,
    and she unknowingly bit down on my thigh to keep from crying out. Her chest took on a pinkish hue,
    as it heaved with large, controlled breaths. Her body shook a couple times, as she struggled to maintain
    some control.

    As her breathing slowed, Chloe turned to look up at me with subtle tears in her eyes. Her face was
    red with embarrassment. She whispered, “I’m sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know that…” I
    interrupted her and said, “No, honey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to
    be yourself with me. Don’t hide your feelings, and don’t be afraid. I’m happy we’re together, so we
    can talk about this and whatever else becomes of it. I know you don’t quite understand what all
    happened yet, but I want you to just enjoy the feelings you have right now. They’re good feelings,
    and I hope you want to feel them again, whether I’m with you or not.” With that, she turned back
    toward the movie. I could tell she was still struggling with her thoughts. Her mind was surely racing
    through many different ideas and consequences.

    After her body calmed down, Chloe covered herself and snugged back into the sofa. Her ear met
    my bulge, which was making my lap lumpy, so she slid a hand between her head and my thigh. After
    a couple minutes, she pawed at the remote and switched off the television. I’d been stroking her hair
    unaware, as if routine, but as uncommon as it was, it seemed to put us both at ease. She looked at
    the bite mark on my leg and asked what it was. I confessed that she bit me. Chloe traced the teeth
    marks with her finger, as if making a memory to save for later. She said, “Did I really do that? Does
    it hurt?” I affirmed begrudgingly, only because she wouldn’t let me shrug it off. She said, “How can I
    make it up to you, daddy?” I said, “It’s okay honey. I don’t mind it a bit… no pun intended. Actually,
    I like knowing why it’s there and that it’s from you, so don’t feel bad at all.”

    Chloe then tenderly kissed the marks on my thigh and rubbed them with her hand. My erection
    immediately twitched as her head settled back onto my bulge. She rocked her head a little bit, rubbing
    it through my shorts. It twitched again, so she slid a hand under her head and felt my hardness. After
    it twitched again from her touch, she slid her hand down my thigh and up into my shorts. My body
    tensed up as she gripped my cock. Then she softly said, “I know you have to say something right now,
    but I really wish you wouldn’t. … Just … wait … … If you say it, this will never happen again. … …

    Just …

    shhhhhhhhh…”
    Anybody home?

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    Sorry for the crappy line breaks. I hope this update reads better

    =============================

    Life is crazy sometimes. My wife and I had been married for a couple
    decades. Her career became more of a priority since having Chloe,
    my auburn-haired, hazel-eyed daughter. Since my work was usually
    seasonal, and I could choose my hours, I usually had the most
    opportunity to drive Chloe for social events and practices. Over the
    years, she enjoyed many activities, such as dance classes, soccer,
    music lessons, art classes and parties… my least favorite. She had a
    good head on her shoulders, but she often seemed naive and a tad
    klutzy. To her credit, she was usually optimistic, even during the
    awkward growth period in her mid-teens, when she transformed
    from the lanky and tomboyish kid I knew to a voluptuous young
    woman in less than a year. Seemingly overnight, her curves and taut,
    supple skin were impossible to ignore, especially when she wore old
    clothing that no longer contained her feminine form. We’d discussed
    her clothing, and she wore the newer, more appropriate options
    whenever she left the house, but she liked wearing her old clothes at
    home, because “they’re more comfy,” she’d say. I never argued with
    her over comfort at home, because I knew I’d wind up with an eyeful…
    eye candy I wasn’t getting otherwise.

    As smart as Chloe was, she was painfully naive when it came to know-
    ledge about sex, so much so that I worried whenever she went to a
    party that was lacking sufficient oversight. We’d had many conver-
    sations, and I always promised to be an open book for her questions
    and curiosities. As much as I wanted to keep her safe and happy, I
    feared divulging too much would be overwhelming. Movies and
    television shows with adult situations were usually good for
    prompting conversations. Every few nights, we’d relax on the sofa
    and watch something together. She often had something in mind,
    but sometimes I’d choose something a bit more risqué to stoke
    her curiosity.

    One night in October, the air took a chill as the seasons started to
    shift. Chloe asked me to pick a movie, and for whatever reason, I
    chose Thor. She was excited, because she hadn’t seen it yet and
    wanted to see it, based on discussions she’d had with her girlfriends.
    About thirty minutes into the movie, as I reclined at one end of the
    sofa, she laid down across the sofa, draped a blanket over her body
    and rested her head on my lap. We weren’t physical much with each
    other, beyond hugs and playful banter, so I was a bit surprised as
    she snugged her head in my lap. She’d previously showered, so her
    hair was still slightly damp and smelled like coconut, a smell that
    reminded me of the lotion she’d smear on her skin for summer
    sessions in the sun. … Her lightly tanned skin would glisten in the
    sunlight, bathed in the glow of youthful vigor and luring my gaze. …

    My attention drifted just long enough for a bulge to form in my
    shorts near Chloe’s ear. I tried to think it away, but then I looked
    over at Chloe’s chest and saw her ample bosom peering out of a
    stretched and recently torn V-neck. The rip was almost as deep as
    her cleavage, of which I saw every inch. Her cherry pit-sized nipple
    casually rested against the softened edge of the torn neck line. Any
    hope of squelching an erection faded hopelessly when I saw the
    blanket moving near her abdomen. I stroked her hair and asked if
    she was comfy. Chloe seemed a bit startled when I touched her
    head, but she quickly relaxed again, turned slightly to look up at
    me with her big, beautiful, wild eyes and said, “I’m nearly there.
    Just don’t move.”

    I wasn’t quite sure how to take that, but curiosity made me
    compliant. Her eyes returned to the glowing radiance of Thor, and
    the blanket started moving again. Chloe’s wrist was making the
    blanket bulge pulsate, and it sounded like her fingers were enjoying
    a wild, wet adventure enveloped in the folds of her eager pussy.
    My erection was now rock hard, and not only pressing against the
    side of her head, but leaking into my thin, loose-fitting shorts.
    I caressed the edge of her ear with a finger as her quickened, hot
    and heavy breath wafted down my thigh. As her pace quickened,
    her body became more rigid, and her chest was almost completely
    bare. I pinched her earlobe and pushed down lightly on her head,
    making firm contact with my heated bulge. The combination
    coaxed her climax to completion, and she unknowingly bit down
    on my thigh to keep from crying out. Her chest took on a pinkish
    hue, as it heaved with large, controlled breaths. Her body shook a
    couple times, as she struggled to maintain some control.

    As her breathing slowed, Chloe turned to look up at me with subtle
    tears in her eyes. Her face was red with embarrassment. She
    whispered, “I’m sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know that…”
    I interrupted her and said, “No, honey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m
    glad you felt comfortable enough to be yourself with me. Don’t
    hide your feelings, and don’t be afraid. I’m happy we’re together,
    so we can talk about this and whatever else becomes of it. I know
    you don’t quite understand what all happened yet, but I want you
    to just enjoy the feelings you have right now. They’re good feelings,
    and I hope you want to feel them again, whether I’m with you or
    not.” With that, she turned back toward the movie. I could tell she
    was still struggling with her thoughts. Her mind was surely racing
    through many different ideas and consequences.

    After her body calmed down, Chloe covered herself and snugged
    back into the sofa. Her ear met my bulge, which was making my lap
    lumpy, so she slid a hand between her head and my thigh. After a
    couple minutes, she pawed at the remote and switched off the
    television. I’d been stroking her hair unaware, as if routine, but as
    uncommon as it was, it seemed to put us both at ease. She looked
    at the bite mark on my leg and asked what it was. I confessed that
    she bit me. Chloe traced the teeth marks with her finger, as if making
    a memory to save for later. She said, “Did I really do that? Does it
    hurt?” I affirmed begrudgingly, only because she wouldn’t let me
    shrug it off. She said, “How can I make it up to you, daddy?” I said,
    “It’s okay honey. I don’t mind it a bit… no pun intended. Actually, I like
    knowing why it’s there and that it’s from you, so don’t feel bad at all.”

    Chloe then tenderly kissed the marks on my thigh and rubbed them
    with her hand. My erection immediately twitched as her head settled
    back onto my bulge. She rocked her head a little bit, rubbing it
    through my shorts. It twitched again, so she slid a hand under her
    head and felt my hardness. After it twitched again from her touch,
    she slid her hand down my thigh and up into my shorts. My body
    tensed up as she gripped my cock. Then she softly said, “I know you
    have to say something right now, but I really wish you wouldn’t. …

    Just … wait … … If you say it, this will never happen again. … …

    Just … shhhhhhhhh…”
    Anybody home?

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    so far so good keep them cumming

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    Very hot..

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    Great Start and I'm Looking forward to the Next Chapter... and Who cums next... thanks for the Share...
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    Chloe’s brazen boldness had me bewildered. Her warm, fleshy hand
    wrapped around my hardened member and nearly popped my cork.
    It’d been so long since anyone else had touched me intimately,
    I couldn’t even remember the last time. Some pre-cum oozed onto
    her fingers, and she tentatively massaged it into my skin. As
    she delicately explored, my sack tightened up and I gasped, “I
    won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.” She giggled,
    kissed my thigh and withdrew her hand.

    Then things took a turn as Chloe got serious. “I have to confess
    something, daddy. I’m not as naive as you think I am. I mean, I
    know more than you think I do. Between all the things I hear at
    school and my besties sharing their experiences, I’ve learned a
    lot. It mostly began last summer after Jenny sprained her back
    at cheer camp. She needed four massages a day to relieve the
    pain. Her family didn’t have enough money or time to spring for
    all the trips to get therapy, so her father was the one who
    administered them. They spent a lot of time together and got
    really close. When school started a few weeks later, I was
    jealous about how happy she was every day. When she told me
    why, I realized that was something I want too.” I asked what
    Chloe wanted, and she said a closer relationship with her father.
    I never really thought we were distant or disconnected, so I
    asked why she felt that way. Chloe continued, “Jenny and I
    started discussing all of her past boyfriends. Most of the boys
    she dated and spent time with were awful. Jenny’s far more
    experienced than most of the other girls I know, and hearing
    about her experiences has made me leery of dating. They always
    seem selfish and inexperienced.” I interjected, “They’re not all
    like that honey.” Chloe responded, “I do understand that, but
    finding the right guy is next to impossible because they’re
    horny all the time, to the point where they all come across as
    fake and desperate. Why do they have to be such cads? Why can’t
    they just be normal?”

    My concern for her tender state rose to critical levels. I
    coaxed Chloe to sit upright, slid beside her, pulled her firmly
    close to give her a big squeeze and said, “It’s okay honey.
    I’ve got your back.” She got up and sat sideways on my lap, put
    her arm behind my neck and gave me a hug. As I wrapped my arms
    around her torso, she snuggled into me and cradled my head just
    above her ample bosom. I could have stuck my tongue out and
    licked her cleavage, which made the log she was sitting on that
    much harder. Her bottom formed to my lap and rubbed me all the
    right ways. She said, “I love you daddy, but we really need to
    have a closer relationship. I want what Jenny has.” “And what
    am I not giving you,” I asked? Chloe replied, “I know you love
    me, and you do a lot to try and make me happy, but after hearing
    Jenny talk about her massage sessions, I want to try it too.”
    Then she kissed the top of my head, mashed the side of my face
    tightly into her chest, and bounded out of the room. Just then, I
    recognized a familiar sound rolling in the driveway. Before the
    car door slammed shut, Chloe was in her room with the door
    closed. As soon as the front door opened, the tirade began. I’d
    always assumed it was my wife’s way of decompressing after a
    stressful day at work, but today something was amiss. The coat
    she wore was buttoned to the top, and her decorative scarf,
    which normally hung loosely around her neck, was snug under the
    collar. She wore oversize sunglasses that hid most of her face,
    but it looked like she’d been crying, and her makeup was a mess.
    I asked if she needed something, but she flipped the bird, said
    “Too late,” and stormed off to the bathroom. I followed, suspec-
    ting she was cheating again, so I burst through the door and
    caught her half-undressed. She was a rough sight to take in,
    hair matted, mascara smeared, multiple hickeys on her neck, cum
    soaked blouse and a torn bra. She yelled at me to get out. I
    scowled and said, “Well, you finally did it. You finally managed
    to get the gangbang at work you’ve been talking about since you
    started working there. And it didn’t even take six months.”
    “GET OUT,” she screamed! “So who was it this time? Dock workers?
    Salesmen? Janitors? Or maybe you just had to have the managers’
    special again. I’m sick of this shit, and it’s not happening to
    me ever again. WE’RE DONE! And don’t try to apologize. We both
    know you don’t mean it.” Before I stepped out, I reached down to
    pluck a used condom from her thong and threw it in her face.

    She screamed at me, but it didn’t matter anymore. I marched to
    Chloe’s room. She was sitting on the bed, anxious and looking
    like a deer in headlights. “I need to get out of here for a
    while, but I don’t want to leave you. Are you coming or staying?”
    She practically leaped and latched onto my arm as we walked
    down the hall. I stopped at the bathroom long enough to say,
    “Be out by tomorrow morning or I’m calling the cops. You won’t
    get another warning.” Chloe must have looked inside as we passed
    the doorway, because she gasped and took the lead. By the time
    we got outside, she was running and fell out onto the grass. I
    saw tears welling up in her eyes, and even though she was trying
    to be brave, I could tell she was on the verge of a panic attack.
    “Take long, slow breaths honey. We’re going to be okay. I know
    it’s a lot to grasp right now, but we need to keep moving.” She
    got up after a few breaths. My car was a short walk away, and we
    were gone a moment later.

    The drive started out fast and erratic. I wasn’t thinking about
    where we were going, just trying to get away from idiocy. My mind
    was going in twelve directions, but I realized Chloe was silent
    and huddled next to the door, peering out into nothing. I
    reached over and rubbed her thigh, but she wasn’t there, just
    totally withdrawn into herself and unresponsive. The gas light
    lit shortly after as we were approaching a gas station. While I
    filled the tank, I kept looking to see if she’d moved, but
    nothing changed. I got back inside and sat for a minute, trying
    to figure out where to go. Chloe likes the beach, so we went to
    one I knew was familiar. I had to coax her out of the car, but
    once her feet hit the sand, her shoes were off and she sprinted
    for the tide. Just as the water met her bare toes, she stopped
    and unloaded the most horrific, pained scream I’d ever heard. I
    rushed up behind her, wrapped my arms around her torso and spoke
    calmly in her ear. “I know this sucks, but it’ll be okay, Chloe.”
    “No it won’t,” she exclaimed! When I asked why, she revealed
    things her mother had been saying over the past few months. She
    said, “Mom told me the truth. You’re not my father. You weren’t
    with her before I was born. I’m just trying to have a decent
    life, but she went and screwed it up again, like she always does.
    Now you’re leaving and I’ll be stuck with her. Maybe I’ll just
    run away, cause I can’t do it. She’s barely home and ignores me
    when she’s there. What am I supposed...” She sobbed as I tried
    to correct a few things. “Look honey, I don’t know what your mom
    has been telling you, but you need to hear some hard truths.
    I’ve been trying to protect you from your mom’s past, but I guess
    that’s impossible now. Right now, I just need you to listen and
    keep an open mind. First off, your mom’s not a monster.
    Misguided, but she’s human, and we all have our faults.” I lead
    Chloe back about ten steps and we sat on the sand.

    As the conversation continued, I struggled to reveal how her mom
    was an exotic dancer before we met, and it paid her way through
    college. After she graduated, alcohol became a problem, and she
    met me at a club. She was far too drunk the first night, but
    over the next few days, we got to know each other better. Our
    relationship progressed quickly, but that was her lifestyle. She
    was more into the scene, and I was more into her affections -
    facts that I was oblivious to at the time. Almost ten months
    after we met, Chloe was born. “If mom doesn’t remember, it’s
    probably because she was drunk most of the first month. She was
    quite the club slut - another warning sign that I ignored. We
    tried living the family life for a few years, but she got tired
    of the routine and found ways to escape. And she kept upping the
    ante, always looking for something she'll never find. I’m sorry
    you had to see that.”

    Chloe was drawing in the sand and processing all the things I’d
    just told her. Then she looked up and said, “What were all the
    marks?” “What marks,” I asked? “There were red lines on mom’s
    back and bottom - too many to count. Is she sick?” I responded,
    “In a way, I guess. It’s just something that some people like
    to experience.” Chloe added, “Like Jenny?” She instantly turned
    beet red, I’m sure because of the shocked look on my face. I
    said, “What do you mean by that? And don’t worry, I won’t tell
    anyone. You don’t need to be shy with me. I’m not upset, just
    surprised.” Chloe continued, “Well, Jenny told me about her
    massages, but I didn’t tell you because she swore me to secrecy.”
    I said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, but I am
    interested. I’ll promise to keep your secret, if that’s what
    you need me to do.” “Well okay, but you can’t ever tell anyone.”

    Chloe took my hand and playfully linked her pinky with me. I
    smiled and sandwiched her hand between mine. She was getting
    chilled, so I suggested we continue in the car. We sat next to
    each other in the back. Her head rested on my shoulder as she
    continued, “About a week into Jenny’s massage sessions, she was
    feeling horny. Her mobility was limited, so she was stuck in the
    house every day and grew bored. She’s a very social person, but
    no one was stopping by to visit, so she was sad. Jenny wasn’t
    initially keen on the idea of her dad’s hands all over her bare
    back, but that quickly faded after the first massage. She was
    surprised at how warm and tender his hands were, and how her
    body responded to his touch. The pain would fade away, and
    suddenly her body was aroused and her senses heightened. Jenny
    said her favorite part was when her dad would massage her tail-
    bone area, and his palms would caress her ass.” Chloe paused and
    turned red again. I chuckled and said, “You can say ass around
    me honey. Just don’t call me one.” She laughed too. It was good
    to see her smile again. “Anyway, after a week, Jenny wanted to
    change things up a bit, so she started telling her dad where to
    massage. The first day went really well. He was compliant to her
    wishes and spent most of the time on her tailbone area. The next
    day, she complained about a rash or something, so she slid her
    sweats and panties down for the whole session. She was so turned
    on, she pleaded with him to rub lotion on her ass cheeks because
    of the rash. The rash was nonsense, but he did it anyway. She
    thinks he knew by the third session, because he dripped a glob
    of lotion in her ass crack and said he’d just rub it in because
    there wasn’t a towel nearby."

    "Before the fourth session, he told Jenny to lay the same way,
    but he was going to try a different position because his hands
    were cramping. After Jenny laid down on her stomach, her father
    straddled her thighs and started massaging her tailbone area.
    As he slid his hands up Jenny’s back, she could feel his bulge
    pushing against her ass crack. She wanted to push back, but the
    resulting pain would have ended everything. After he rubbed
    back down to her tailbone, the lotion dripped again. Jenny said
    she moaned by accident, but her dad responded by sliding his
    thumb down her ass crack and over her butt hole. I said that
    sounds gross, but she told me it felt really good, especially
    when he rubbed circles around it. I didn’t understand, but she
    assured me it wasn’t a bad feeling. Shortly after that, her dad
    got up and left abruptly. She said he needed to go to the
    bathroom. And maybe he did, but I think he was horny too."

    "So, the next day before breakfast, Jenny’s father asked if she
    wanted more special massages. Jenny hugged him and smiled, but
    asked if there was anything better than special - maybe extra
    special. Her dad kissed her forehead and they ate breakfast
    together. After about an hour, her mom and siblings went to see
    a movie or something, and Jenny and her father were alone in the
    house. The time came for Jenny’s first session, so she laid down
    again and noticed two bottles of lotion. One was clear, and she
    hadn’t seen it before. She asked what it was, but there wasn’t a
    reply. Jenny’s father slid her sweats and panties completely off!
    She was completely naked. As her father straddled her, she felt
    something warm resting between her thighs. She asked what it was,
    and her father replied, “”Don’t pretend like you don’t know what
    a penis is. I’ve seen you with your boyfriends, parading around
    here in tight, revealing outfits. And I’ve noticed when you
    come to the dinner table in your cheer uniform with no panties.
    I've kept quiet because it stays in the house. Well, today it
    really does stay in the house. No one hears about this. You
    can’t tell anyone. Understand? If you tell anyone, I’ll know.””
    Jenny said, “”I understand daddy. But I have to say, if that’s
    your penis, you’re gonna make me scream.”” He assured her it
    wasn’t going in anywhere."

    "She was curious, but a little scared thinking about it going in,
    especially if she tensed up. Anyway, he spread some lotion on
    her ass, and as he massaged up her back, his penis slid up and
    down her ass crack. She said his balls started smacking her butt
    while he pressed his penis down against her tailbone. Jenny said
    it felt really good, and she was dripping. She said her dad shot
    a load onto her back and rubbed it in. That confused me, but you
    probably understand. So he finished the massage by pouring the
    clear lotion down her ass crack, sliding his fingers into her
    slit to rub her button while wiggling his thumb in her butthole.
    I didn’t understand it all, but she said it was way better than
    anything she'd felt before. She told me about other sessions,
    but that was the first one. And now they have extra special time
    at least a few times a week."

    I sat engrossed in the tale as she explained it so mechanically,
    and I said, “And you want to have extra special time with me?”
    Chloe said, “Of course I do daddy. I’ve known you my whole life.
    Who better to have extra special time with than the one man I
    know who loves me without question?” I kissed her cheek, gave
    her a hug, then said, “We need to find somewhere to stay tonight.
    Let’s deal with now first, then we can explore extra special
    time later.” She said, “That’s fine. My mind’s not really in an
    extra special place right now anyway,” to which I completely
    understood.
    Anybody home?

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    That's a Really great story ... I'm Looking forward to the Next Extra Special time....
    Just the Rantings of a Horny Old man hpy!

 

 

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