"I was wondering," she asked, "do you ever stroke one off once in a awhile?" "Well...yeah, I do," I answered, "what young guys don't, I wonder." I t...en got up the nerve to ask,"do you self-pleasure too?" "I did long ago, but now that you ask, yes I have several times in the last few weeks since you and I have been intimate usually on Fridays when I get home and realize I have just missed you doing the yard work." "Oh...well do you think I could, could watch you sometime? The thought of you. ." No, Dad. Not Dottie. I wanted my chance before you guys get together." Andi, don't do this. It's so wrong!" Dad, we're not going to have intercourse. That's only for Andy. But I want to be close to you for just this one night." He tried to get out of bed, but she anticipated his move and got on top of him. "Dad, please! Stop worrying about how wrong this is. Just love me. We can heal this mess, but things can never be like they were before. Please!"Whether it was her words, her tone, or the. Steeling herself to go ahead with this idea, which on any other day would’ve been stupid and wrong on so many levels, she lunged aggressively upon her bewildered prey, planting her lips firmly upon his. Grasping his shoulders tightly, she pressed her weight ever more insistently against him until he laid down on the mattress with Marcy on top of him. His body was like a mannequin, frozen stiff by his abject shock at what was happening. The passion of her kisses was uncompromising. Come hell or. I turned on the water and soon the strong smell of her morning urine was washed down the drain and the only smell left was of her wet hair and her pussy when I got down on my knees to apologize to it.“Hello pussy. I’m sorry if you hurt. After I wash you up, I will make you feel better.”I reached up for the soap and soon had a big head of lather engulfing Kendi’s pubic hair. I ran my hand around her pussy and slid a hand between her legs and between her butt cheeks and a finger found its way.