I cocked my head and smirked when the time passed that my father would have ordinarily shut off the shower.“He’s jacking off again!?” I screamed...manically, well in my head but still.I had noticed for a really long time that my parents had some pretty ingrained behaviors. My father, since I was born, has checked up on me like clockwork first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I’ve noticed years ago and allowed it to continue, well I never mentioned it really, just my dad looking in on. Barbie D'Ol....iveira. I'll call yousoon, Ken. Bye!"I get back into the car. Check my lipstick. Good, it's okay. As Iflip the visor back up, a wicked thought crosses my mind. A realistictrompe l'oeil tattoo of a drop of cum at the corner of my mouth tocommemorate Heather's donation to my once virgin lips. I imagine ahandsome fellow looking at it in disapproval. I imagine telling him"Well, if you don't like it, I guess you'll have to cover it up withyour REAL cum." I think of all the. I waswatching Diana, slim and sexy in her little blackdress, when an impossibly bright flash of lightningdragged my eyes to the big windows. Bang. All thelights went out. Ladies who did not like blackouts, and that means mostof them, screamed and moaned. My brain, however, wasfaster than a lightning bolt and I moved quickly anddirectly towards the point where Diana had beenstanding. I groped for and found her hand in the chaosand pulled her clear of the throng and into thecorridor. I pressed. Slipping off this final garment revealed her glisteningpussy. Though she was past twenty it still had a prepubescenttightness to it, with the top of the otherwise smooth lipsinterrupted by an at most plum sized patch of fine dark straighthair. Had I tweezers with me, I would have plucked out these fewdozen offending hairs making her skin entirely smooth. Though sheseemed to be trying to play passive and modest, at the same timeshe was very responsive in an almost uncontrolled or involuntaryway..
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