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Remembering Daddy

bbw sex chat vivI can’t help thinking about my Daddy today.
I remember how I used to sit outside his bedroom door when i was little and watch the way he had “special time” with his lady friends.
I remember how it made me feel all tingly inside and my little cunnie would get kinda wet, but not pee wet.
I didn’t understand why rubbing myself while I watched felt so good.
Or why my nipples would feel funny and get hard.
I had always been real sneaky and quiet watching Daddy but this one time I got a real good view of Daddy’s mouth on his girl’s sloppy wet pussy and it made me moan real loud as my cunnie gushed a stream of juice for the first time.
Daddy looked at me and his eyes were twinkling like Santa Clause at Christmas.
He gave me a wink and nodded his head.
I ran across the floor in my bear feet, stripping off my wet cotton panties and little night shirt before bouncing up into Daddy’s arms.
He kissed me like he did his grown up lady friends and I could feel a warmth spread down to my cunnie.
As if Daddy knew he slid his big fingers INSIDE my cunnie. It felt WAY better then rubbing it!
Suddenly I felt my panties getting soaked and I realize that remembering Daddy in my day dream made me cum for real right there.


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