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He stopped at my bellybutton and worked his way back up. Every where he kissed was like a live wire under my skin, giving me goosebumps and sending a shiver up and down my spine. His mouth stopped at the bottom of my bra. He grabbed my bra strapps and slid them off my shoulders and pulled down, revealing my breasts. The cold air made me shiver slightly. I heard him laugh quietly. 'He actually thinks I shivered because of him' I thought to myself and mentaly rolled my eyes. He licked and gently bit one nipple while his right hand massaged my other breast. I shivered again but this time it wasn't because the air was cold. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He pulled it the rest of the way down my arms and tossed it a short distance away. With my jacket and bra on the ground, I was topless; with nothing to cover me except his body pressed against mine. He bent down and pressed his lips to mine. Chad ran his hand up my leg and. He heard the bathroom door open and waited several more minutes until Molly would be virtually on her way to college. Mike entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. He looked into the mirror but could only see his daughter bending over while displaying herself to him.His cock twitched. His balls tingled and he knew he would have a wonderful experience. Holding his balls he gently stroked them from underneath, leaving his other hand to wander up his cock to the bulging head and back down to his balls. Mike poured out some shower gel onto his hand and started to masturbate as he turned towards the shower.Molly was just about to shout to her dad that she was leaving when she glanced at the window of the bathroom. Molly then looked at the chair. A phrase entered her head about Goose and Gander, and she pulled the chair to the door and climbed up on it to peer through the window pane at the top.She slowly moved her head until she could see her dad’s arse from behind as he walked to.
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