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Confessions: Just Jerk For Me Daddy
I won’t tell your son, if you’re quick.
You can find my confessions here. They are shorter reads rather than series that can be enjoyed in a few minutes of guilt-free pleasure.
I see you watching me. We both know you shouldn’t be, but your eyes just can’t help themselves. It’s been this way since the very first day we met. Your son brought me home to meet his parents.
I guess he has no idea what a horny bastard his father is. If he did, there’s no way he’d be taking an afternoon nap on these family holidays. He really should keep a closer eye on you, both of us really.
I should behave, but part of me wants to know how far I can push you. Your wife is out doing the shopping so I peel down my shirt, exposing my white lacy bra.
You don’t leave when you know you should. That’s how I know I’ve got you. I reach beneath my short skirt and start to stroke myself. Lightly through my panties, but there is no mistaking the fact I’m touching myself for you.