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.. it didn’t really matter which it was.As had happened in the past, the escalation of our sexual behavior towards each other was permanent. Within a week, when she joined me on the couch, I got a kiss on the lips, after which hazel eyes stared into mine and pink lips whispered, “I’m ready for my orgasm, Daddy.”She favored lying down facing me, where her swollen breasts were right in front of my face and my left hand had easy access to her pussy. If I wasn’t sucking her nipples while I diddled her, she kissed me. Her lips seemed to be searching for something to eat, nipping at my own lips, or at my chin, her tongue flicking out to lick at whatever she could reach.Then one night she said that getting up afterwards was undoing all the relaxation that came in the aftermath of her orgasm, and we moved my ‘massage’ to the bedroom, where she could just fall asleep afterwards. She lay on her back with me beside her. First there was the lotion on her belly. “Junior,” which I had taken to. White flowers on a pink cotton thong," she said. "Very nice," I told her. "Take them off," I added. She smiled playfully and got up from the table. "No," I stopped her. "Not in the ladies room. Right here," I instructed. She gasped. Feeling both vulnerable and I assumed also aroused, she sat back down. "I can't!" she said. "Sure you can. Nobody is watching. I'll keep a lookout behind you and you look over my shoulder," I said. She looked around nervously and adjusted in her seat. As she adjusted she flipped her skirt back so her thonged ass was against the seat. She dropped her hands to her sides and looked at me, asking if it was safe. I nodded. I watched as her hands moved behind her and I pictured her thumbs hooking into the cotton waistband. She lifted her ass off the chair and peeled them down past her hips. She stopped there. "You stopped?" I asked. "You don't make all the rules," she said smiling. "Mmmmm," I said, now picturing her panties stretched across her thighs, barely.
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