Mandy Blows Her D*D by loyalsock
Date: 12/11/2015,
Categories:
Hardcore
Mature
Taboo
Author: loyalsock
... for the first time, and they stopped when the reached the line of her shorts. "How was your afternoon with the k**s?" I asked to get her talking while I ate. "Justin and Patrick behaved pretty well. We played cowboys and indians most of the afternoon, then colored for while until Trisha came home. Took a nap after that, and visited Lucy's house." "Did Harry say anything about his new job?" "I think he likes it so far." I was looking down at her toes and she knew it, wiggling them to tease me as I ate. "He doesn't like driving to Springfield every day, but after a coupla months they'll send him back up here. Frankie's decided to go to Bennett Springs next week and wants to know if you wanna go with him." "I think I can swing it. I'll give him a call." "Bobby's free then, too, so you all can be the Three Mus**tels." I looked up at her incredulously: Mandy almost never tried to make a joke or witticism. "Three Mus**tels?" She giggled, looking away and putting her hand to her mouth when she was embarrassed. "Yeah, I thought that would be funny. Three Mus**tels. You know, instead of. . ." "I know, Baby," I cut in. "Instead of Three Mousekateers. It was funny." "Mousekateers?" It confused her, then she got it. "Oh Daddy," she shrieked, slapping my shoulder. Finishing my ...
... sandwich, I pulled a soda from a little fridge and asked: "What's for dessert, Baby?" She sat up proudly, thrusting back her shoulders and pushing out her tits: "Me." I put a hand up. "Slow down, Baby. For starters, there's security cameras here, in the hallways and most of the classrooms. You'll have to wait 'til I get home. When I get there, when I'm in front of the TV and you're downstairs, I don't want you to say a word. Nothing. I don't want to see you or hear you, I think it's the only way I can handle this. Got it?" "Okay, Daddy," she pouted. She started to play with the bottom of her t-shirt, but I shook my head and looked at the camera above. So, she pouted, took the paper bag and flounced out the door. As she walked down the hallway, I could see her deliberately switching her hips to tease me as she made her way to the exit. I got home a little after midnight, and this time I didn't get a beer. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down my pants; as it came free, my dick popped almost straight up in readiness. I settled in my favorite spot in the TV room on my side and turned on the weather, because sports might put me to sl**p and this time I wanted to be awake. Being out of sight would help, I just couldn't imagine her doing anything to me. Laying on my side, I could see a faint light downstairs through the floor.