About a minute later I noticed her out of the corner of my eye get back on the treadmill and pulled her tits out over the the top of her bra. and gigg...ed at my reaction After about 10 minutes of her running with her bare boobs flapping around she asked if I would spot her on the bench press machine. So there I was standing there staring down on her exposed chest with my cock trying to rip out of my pants when she asked me to kneel between her legs and adjust the legs of her shorts for her.As I. She showed up crying on my doorstep so I said she could stay with me. I thought just for the night, maybe two, then she would go home, patch things up with her husband like usual, no harm on my end. She's a close family friend of mine, someone I've known since I was a k**, nine years my senior. Shes short, barely 5 ft. even, long brown hair, skinny but with the plumpest breasts that naturally draw people's attention. And shes never been shy about showing off her body either, which is what. Pretty soon he'd have to go live in a cave by himself.With a new resolve, Evan left the bathroom and ran right into Becky. “My lips are still cold,” she said, grabbing the bottom one with her teeth.He backed up, but Becky matched each of his steps with her own until they were behind the L-shaped wall that blocked the view into the bathroom. She pressed him against the cinder block wall. The taste of cherry was still there, but her mouth was hot, and her tongue let him know she'd had plenty of. ..I just want to know! I don't understandabout stuff like that!!" I almost begged.He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him."No honey, its different between fathers and daughters. Daughters aren'tsupposed to excite Daddy's." Why?" I pressed."'Cause they're just not." he flatly stated. That pretty much ended theconversation.But it didn't end for me in my head. OK. call me weird or whatever, but Imade up my mind right then that I would prove Daddy wrong. I started.