Since I was a child, I have loved going out with my dad very much.
He is busy with work, but there will always be one or two times a semester with me to the park and amusement park, and even older, he will go shopping together.
My favorite is that during festivals, all departments and departments of the hospital will organize medical staff to have dinner together, big and small, and my father will take me there.
He is always dressed formally and I stand proudly by his side.
My mother will not accompany him, so she will naturally be responsible for being a daughter.
I dripped my hair off and straightened it with an electric ply.
My father likes my long hair. When he is absent-minded, he will always wrap his hands around and caress it back and forth.
I thought that there must be many people watching the performance in the small square. I no longer wear the usual denim shorts, T-shirts and casual shoes, but chose a sleeveless and waist-hugging knee-length plaid skirt with black high-heeled sandals.
I'm not a person who likes to wear makeup, but I dressed up tonight.
Earlier, my dad seemed to be angry with me in the hot spring hall, and I didn’t want to make him angry.
I sprayed some light perfume, grabbed a small handbag and walked out the door to greet my father.
He waited for me in the hall, wearing a pair of black casual pants and a gray shirt, ironed straight and unbuttoned on the neckline.
The sleeves were rolled up to reveal the toned forearms.
It seemed like there was another layer of muscle on my father's body, and he was not like this before.
I mean, dad is thin, I never knew he would grow up like this and look so young and handsome.
When our eyes met, he quickly glanced at my clothes, then frowned and shook his head, and asked: Why do you dress like this?
I was a little injured and asked with a pout: What's wrong?
This dress... Dad put aside his face and said seriously: It's too... fancy.
I looked down at my outfit. The skirt was fit and smooth, and the style was very traditional, and it was not in line with fancy.
I complained: Dad, I like this skirt.
Are jeans and short-sleeved shirts good?
I smiled, waved to my outfit, and said: Hi, I'm dressed so beautifully for you!
Dad didn't laugh together like I expected, but instead put his fingers on my shoulders and his fingers were through his smooth hair.I was secretly happy, knowing that he would like my hair.
Ranran, you are already very beautiful.
When I heard my father's words, my heart trembled slightly, grabbed his forearm and walked out against his side.
My father took me with me but did not go to the backyard square of the B&B building, but turned a corner to the restaurant.
As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strong smell of barbecue, and my stomach started to rumbling.
In remote areas, the performance is definitely not much better, so it is better for us to spend it on our meals.Dad explained, holding the little hand that was on his elbow.
My heart blooms like a flower, and at this moment I don’t feel like his young daughter, but more like a beautiful and mature woman.
People in the restaurant don't know us and they might think we were a romantic couple.
This idea is very bold, but I enjoy it.
We wanted a window to see the forest table, Dad called a waiter and said politely.
The waiter was an aunt in her forties and fifties. She was a little surprised. She didn't expect to meet such a formal and old-fashioned customer. She pointed to a row of tables by the window and said: You can choose whatever place you like to sit on!
I held back my smile, which was different from the restaurant my father often went to.
My father was very calm and pulled the chair for me and sat in the seat with my waist.
I couldn't control the burning heat on my face, and the blush must have climbed up my neck and stayed on my cheeks.
In my impression, these are all plots in the novel. Only when mature and well-educated men treat women they respect will they behave like such a gentlemanly.
Today is the first time I am regarded as a woman rather than a girl. This experience is of great significance!
I couldn't help but think of last night, my cheeks burning even more.
My father and mom had sex in the bedroom while I went to the restaurant to order food. They were husband and wife, so of course they would have sex when they closed the door.
I have seen sex scenes between men and women in movies and read the erotic descriptions in the original works, but this is the first time I heard it through the door, just like the first time I experienced a reality show.
I don't think their sex is very fun.
Dad seemed very angry, mom didn't make any noise. All I could hear was their heavy breathing, the slap of their bodies and the squeaking and squeaking sound of the bed frame.
There was a hint of jealousy in my heart. My mother ignored us all day long and was stuck in the house without doing anything, but she was able to get the closest attention and love from her father.
This made me angry. Mom should be better for dad.
My father sat opposite me, ordered good food with the menu, and ordered a small bottle of white wine.
The dinner was very interesting, and my father even asked me to taste a cup of white wine for the first time.
We chat and laugh and enjoy the food.
I complained that high school will be miserable in the next three years, and my father also talked about the increasing pressure on the hospital work.
Everyone seems to be more miserable than anyone, but no one can hide the joy and expectation in their eyes.
The alcohol spread in my blood, my ears buzzed, and my legs kept touching my dad's knees under the table.
When my father stared at me, his bright eyes were deeper than usual, mixed with a little manic.
I didn't understand what he looked like, but my heart couldn't help but bulge in my chest.
I looked at my father, but after a moment of looking at him, he quickly turned his gaze aside.
Both of them were blushing because of the alcohol in their blood or the effect reflected by the lights in the restaurant?
After dinner, we left the restaurant.
The deafening music came from the small square, and I pulled my dad to join in the fun.
This evening feels so good that I don't want it to end early.
My father is usually busy with work, so I will be very rare to go home after I go to boarding school.
We are getting together more and more rare, so today we must pester dad to spend more time with me.
There are many tourists in the small square, and a large group of students gathered.
They are old enough to go out and play on their own without their parents’ company.
I hope I can join their team in a few years.
Whatever the evening's performance was, it's over now.
However, no one left, shouting loudly about music, music, music.
The host on the stage seemed to be infected, and it really played out a familiar pop music.
The audience in the audience sang according to the melody, and soon they began to stomp their feet and twist their waists and dance in the square.
More and more people join in singing and dancing. At first, it was just those students, and later many children who followed their parents also joined in.
The joyful atmosphere quickly infected the audience, and the songs released by the host became more and more old, and they shouted everyone in the venue to join in singing and dancing.
I got in early and was sweating all over the place.At first, my father just sat on the stone steps on the sidelines to watch, and soon he relaxed and would add music to sing a few lines.
I took my father's hand and took him to the middle of the square.
He didn't dance, but he smiled, hugged me and sang with the host with his throat.
I like the feeling that his hands have been circling me, sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes on my waist and eyes, and several times on my crotch.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, my whole body seemed to be on fire, my mouth was dry, and I urgently needed more contact with my father.It was another first time, and I felt unusual hormones rolling and surging in my body.
I leaned against my dad's chest and danced with my back to him.
One of his palms touched my lower abdomen, and the other slid down my ribs.
My dad must not have realized the impact of these unintentional actions on me, and I let out an embarrassing moan.
Fortunately, I was covered up by the deafening music, otherwise I would have died of shame.
I think I'm drunk, and these reactions must be caused by alcohol.
The influence of that cup of white wine was so great that I was dizzy and burned with fire.
The skirt was soaked with sweat, and the underwear was sweaty and pressed on the skin, which was very uncomfortable.
If it weren't for public public, I really wanted to get rid of it.
My father suddenly grabbed me, and his strong forearm was on the lower edge of my breasts. He asked nervously: What's wrong?Ranran, are you uncomfortable?
I feel a little dizzy, and the potency of that cup of white wine seems to be quite strong.I replied to his ear.
My father took me out of the small square and out of the crowded crowd.
I thought he was going to take me back to my room, so I stopped him and said I wanted to sit for a while and have a cool breeze.
Dad looked at me and took me to a secluded corner for a moment, sitting on the big steps.
The sun had already set and the cool breeze blew on my body. My sweaty skin immediately felt cold.
I shouldn't have let you drink, Dad said in annoyance, his fingers passing through my hair.
I'll be fine in a while. It was too hot just now, and now I feel frozen again.I hugged my arms with both hands and rubbed them up and down, and asked: It’s obviously summer, why is it so cold?
Dad chuckled and said: How can the mountains be the same as in the city!Your book is in vain.
I stuck my tongue at him, circled my knees and hugged my legs.
come over.Dad patted his thighs like I did when I was a kid.
I immediately laughed and seized the opportunity to sit on my dad's lap to keep warm.He is as warm, safe and powerful as ever, giving me strong protection.
Dad hugged me in his arms, put my head on his shoulders, and suddenly felt his father's difference.
His chest was hotter than usual, and my body immediately became slightly hot.
He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.
The slightly drunk manly smell made my cheeks hot, but I loved them very much.
My thoughts began to float again, and I felt his palm rubbing the circle on my back, and finally stopped and leaned on my butt.
It was very hot, but I didn't dodge, I liked his hands.
Dad... Today is awesome...it was the happiest night I have ever had.My eyelids are a little heavy and my speech is a little confused.
So is Dad.His lips were pressed against my hair and I could hardly hear him.
I thought I was asleep, and in a daze, I felt him pick me up and walk back to the guest room.I don't remember much, I was so sleepy that I just wanted to sleep.
When I woke up, I was already lying on the small bed in the room, covered with a thin blanket.
It was pitch black outside the window, and I was a little puzzled, how could I open my eyes at this point?
Usually, if I didn’t have an alarm clock in my ear for ten minutes, I would never be able to wake up.
Natural awakening to me is like the snow of Taklamakami, far away.
I sat up in a daze, touched and took off my dress, changed my nightgown, and after I felt comfortable, I lay down and continued to sleep.
Suddenly, a very strange sound came from somewhere outside the window, sometimes like a bird's chirping, sometimes like a beast's roaring. In short, it was completely different from the sound heard at home.
I understood a little that I must have been awakened by scare, because the more I heard the sound, the more creepy it became.
I had goose bumps on my body, my heart was pounding rhythmically, and it was really not safe to lie alone in the bed.
I slipped out of bed and ran to my parents' bedroom.
Dad snored gently and mom fell asleep.
Just like when I was a kid, I climbed among them, put my arms around my mother, and buried my face in her hair.
She subconsciously patted my cheeks in her sleep, then moved her body to the bed to make a bigger place for me.
The small move instantly warmed my heart. I grabbed her hand and rubbed it on my face, closing my eyes happily.
In my sleepy mood, I felt my father turn over and come behind me.
He stretched out his arms around me, his lips pressed against my hair.
The warm chest and the hot breathing give me infinite warmth in the chilly night.
The unknown animals outside the house were still screaming, and their screams became more and more harsh and wailing.
I twisted uneasyly, but my father hugged me tighter, his arms tightly, and his chest was pressed to breathe.
Even in his sleep, he knew I needed comfort.
My dad's snoring continued, but I felt something hardening behind me, and I was still as I realized it was my dad's erection pressing against my butt.
The heart beat violently in the chest, and the eardrums were rumbling.
In contrast, the terrifying screams outside are nothing.
I have never seen or felt a man's erection, but what I see in books or on the Internet does not count.
Now this thing is separated from me by a few thin layers of fabric. Even if I don’t move, I can feel the shape and size of my father’s erection.
It's scary and distracting.
Just as I was about to move away, my dad snored loudly and then his palm slid into my nightgown.
The heat quickly penetrated my skin, hitting my spine through the shortest path.
I was shocked. If my father woke up now, he would definitely be shocked. Maybe he would be furious. I must leave quickly.
However, I can't move my body.
My father's arms are always so warm, and stroking them makes me feel more at ease.
As his palms covered my breasts, the huge sense of shame seemed to be pressing against me like a big rock, my breathing became more and more rapid, and my lungs were almost exploding.
The raised breasts were rising and falling, rubbing against his warm and powerful hands.
God, this feels amazing!Keep going, dad, keep going…
The thought in my mind was so sudden and intense that I seemed to have become another person, controlled by another completely unfamiliar emotion.
I opened my mouth and took a deep breath silently, my abdomen trembled, and my body completely turned to my father behind me.
My father's thumb kneaded my nipples, and it rose up in two strokes, turning into a hard little pebbles.
Apart from taking a bath, I have never touched my breasts and nipples like this, but now my dear dad is doing this.
My skin caught fire, and I subconsciously arched my body, as if this could give me strength and bear the waves of violent impacts brought to me by my father.
My father spread his palms and covered my entire breasts and kneaded them.
My figure is slightly taller than my mother, and my breasts are close to my mother, and both of them are between B and C.
It’s easy to know this because I often go to my mom’s closet to search for beautiful clothes, and half of the bras are made of mom.
My breasts are getting bigger and bigger, and my dad's erection is even more significant.Men are amazing and can actually keep their erections in their sleep.
Yi'er, Dad murmured, his voice full of sleepiness.
My father was still in his dream and thought that he was holding his mother in his arms.
I won't wake him up, nor correct him.
I bit my lip desperately, thinking in my heart that I must not make a sound, and silently enjoying his caress and playing with it.
Dad got closer and left his chest with one hand.
I almost wanted to grab his hand and put it back on my breasts, but I didn't expect that the hand would slide along my abdomen to my underwear.
I felt like I was in the Sahara Desert, my throat was dry and my lower abdomen was tight.
I was sweating layer by layer under my body, and the inner side of my thighs was quickly wet. I was sure that the underwear was also wet.
His fingers slowly stroked the pubic hair, then inserted into the base of his thighs, covering his crotch.
My head exploded at that moment, and the roar in my ears was louder than the rockets taking off.
Out of instinct, my body slowly squirmed under his caress, hoping that my father would give him more.
As for more?
I have no idea.
I just want more.
My dad's snoring stopped and I was so scared that he woke up.
Fortunately, it only lasted for a while, and my father's breathing was still even, and the hand under me did not pull away, but instead slid through my underwear.
My fingers slid and stroked the wet slits of flesh for several times, as if exploring the shape of the pussy, and as if feeling how much love fluid was secreted.
He kissed my neck and whispered my mother's name.
You are so wet, Yi'er, he murmured against my ear.
My father opened my legs slightly, slid my fingers into the middle of my labia, touching a place that I had never touched before.
My eyes rolled back and the flames bloomed deep in my abdomen.
Suddenly, his fingertips hooked and accurately touched the sticky and slippery hole.
Slide into the vagina.
Before I realized what was going on, one of my dad’s knuckles had been inserted into my body.
The burning heat all over my body made me unable to bear it at all. My tears flowed out and I finally let out a whimper from my throat.
Dad immediately woke up from his sleep. He stopped all movements and every muscle in his body became extremely stiff.
Slowly, his fingers pulled out of my body, and I felt him patting me, and then groping further away to photograph my mother's body.
Hold!Dad roared in the dark, fuck!
I was frightened by his reaction and could only pretend to go to bed without moving.
Ranran, his father's voice was hoarse, and he apologized in panic, his voice was filled with shame and regret: Sorry, Ranran, sorry...
I swear he was going to cry, just like those days after Wei Feng died.
I turned over toward my father, buried my head in his chest, and wrapped my limbs around him.
My dad had his nightgown lifted up to his waist, and his exposed body was pressed against his hot skin.
His erection also bounced back to my lower abdomen, and the throbbing inside surged again, rushing to the top of his head like a rocket.
Fuck, Dad whispered, and a shiver pushed me away and jumped out of bed like a bullet, as if I was a terrible man-eating devil approaching him.
I don't understand why my dad was so angry. I mean, I know he thought it was wrong to touch his daughter in the dark.
But this is not dad's fault, he thought I was mom.
Unless he is angry with me, because I am the one who has been sober from beginning to end, I let this happen.
Dad is sorry
Shut up, damn it!Dad stepped out of the bedroom and slammed the door.
I snuggled helplessly next to my mother. She hugged me in a daze and said: Xiaofeng, sleep well.
Mom's voice was soft and real, just like when Wei Feng was still there.
He is busy with work, but there will always be one or two times a semester with me to the park and amusement park, and even older, he will go shopping together.
My favorite is that during festivals, all departments and departments of the hospital will organize medical staff to have dinner together, big and small, and my father will take me there.
He is always dressed formally and I stand proudly by his side.
My mother will not accompany him, so she will naturally be responsible for being a daughter.
I dripped my hair off and straightened it with an electric ply.
My father likes my long hair. When he is absent-minded, he will always wrap his hands around and caress it back and forth.
I thought that there must be many people watching the performance in the small square. I no longer wear the usual denim shorts, T-shirts and casual shoes, but chose a sleeveless and waist-hugging knee-length plaid skirt with black high-heeled sandals.
I'm not a person who likes to wear makeup, but I dressed up tonight.
Earlier, my dad seemed to be angry with me in the hot spring hall, and I didn’t want to make him angry.
I sprayed some light perfume, grabbed a small handbag and walked out the door to greet my father.
He waited for me in the hall, wearing a pair of black casual pants and a gray shirt, ironed straight and unbuttoned on the neckline.
The sleeves were rolled up to reveal the toned forearms.
It seemed like there was another layer of muscle on my father's body, and he was not like this before.
I mean, dad is thin, I never knew he would grow up like this and look so young and handsome.
When our eyes met, he quickly glanced at my clothes, then frowned and shook his head, and asked: Why do you dress like this?
I was a little injured and asked with a pout: What's wrong?
This dress... Dad put aside his face and said seriously: It's too... fancy.
I looked down at my outfit. The skirt was fit and smooth, and the style was very traditional, and it was not in line with fancy.
I complained: Dad, I like this skirt.
Are jeans and short-sleeved shirts good?
I smiled, waved to my outfit, and said: Hi, I'm dressed so beautifully for you!
Dad didn't laugh together like I expected, but instead put his fingers on my shoulders and his fingers were through his smooth hair.I was secretly happy, knowing that he would like my hair.
Ranran, you are already very beautiful.
When I heard my father's words, my heart trembled slightly, grabbed his forearm and walked out against his side.
My father took me with me but did not go to the backyard square of the B&B building, but turned a corner to the restaurant.
As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strong smell of barbecue, and my stomach started to rumbling.
In remote areas, the performance is definitely not much better, so it is better for us to spend it on our meals.Dad explained, holding the little hand that was on his elbow.
My heart blooms like a flower, and at this moment I don’t feel like his young daughter, but more like a beautiful and mature woman.
People in the restaurant don't know us and they might think we were a romantic couple.
This idea is very bold, but I enjoy it.
We wanted a window to see the forest table, Dad called a waiter and said politely.
The waiter was an aunt in her forties and fifties. She was a little surprised. She didn't expect to meet such a formal and old-fashioned customer. She pointed to a row of tables by the window and said: You can choose whatever place you like to sit on!
I held back my smile, which was different from the restaurant my father often went to.
My father was very calm and pulled the chair for me and sat in the seat with my waist.
I couldn't control the burning heat on my face, and the blush must have climbed up my neck and stayed on my cheeks.
In my impression, these are all plots in the novel. Only when mature and well-educated men treat women they respect will they behave like such a gentlemanly.
Today is the first time I am regarded as a woman rather than a girl. This experience is of great significance!
I couldn't help but think of last night, my cheeks burning even more.
My father and mom had sex in the bedroom while I went to the restaurant to order food. They were husband and wife, so of course they would have sex when they closed the door.
I have seen sex scenes between men and women in movies and read the erotic descriptions in the original works, but this is the first time I heard it through the door, just like the first time I experienced a reality show.
I don't think their sex is very fun.
Dad seemed very angry, mom didn't make any noise. All I could hear was their heavy breathing, the slap of their bodies and the squeaking and squeaking sound of the bed frame.
There was a hint of jealousy in my heart. My mother ignored us all day long and was stuck in the house without doing anything, but she was able to get the closest attention and love from her father.
This made me angry. Mom should be better for dad.
My father sat opposite me, ordered good food with the menu, and ordered a small bottle of white wine.
The dinner was very interesting, and my father even asked me to taste a cup of white wine for the first time.
We chat and laugh and enjoy the food.
I complained that high school will be miserable in the next three years, and my father also talked about the increasing pressure on the hospital work.
Everyone seems to be more miserable than anyone, but no one can hide the joy and expectation in their eyes.
The alcohol spread in my blood, my ears buzzed, and my legs kept touching my dad's knees under the table.
When my father stared at me, his bright eyes were deeper than usual, mixed with a little manic.
I didn't understand what he looked like, but my heart couldn't help but bulge in my chest.
I looked at my father, but after a moment of looking at him, he quickly turned his gaze aside.
Both of them were blushing because of the alcohol in their blood or the effect reflected by the lights in the restaurant?
After dinner, we left the restaurant.
The deafening music came from the small square, and I pulled my dad to join in the fun.
This evening feels so good that I don't want it to end early.
My father is usually busy with work, so I will be very rare to go home after I go to boarding school.
We are getting together more and more rare, so today we must pester dad to spend more time with me.
There are many tourists in the small square, and a large group of students gathered.
They are old enough to go out and play on their own without their parents’ company.
I hope I can join their team in a few years.
Whatever the evening's performance was, it's over now.
However, no one left, shouting loudly about music, music, music.
The host on the stage seemed to be infected, and it really played out a familiar pop music.
The audience in the audience sang according to the melody, and soon they began to stomp their feet and twist their waists and dance in the square.
More and more people join in singing and dancing. At first, it was just those students, and later many children who followed their parents also joined in.
The joyful atmosphere quickly infected the audience, and the songs released by the host became more and more old, and they shouted everyone in the venue to join in singing and dancing.
I got in early and was sweating all over the place.At first, my father just sat on the stone steps on the sidelines to watch, and soon he relaxed and would add music to sing a few lines.
I took my father's hand and took him to the middle of the square.
He didn't dance, but he smiled, hugged me and sang with the host with his throat.
I like the feeling that his hands have been circling me, sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes on my waist and eyes, and several times on my crotch.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, my whole body seemed to be on fire, my mouth was dry, and I urgently needed more contact with my father.It was another first time, and I felt unusual hormones rolling and surging in my body.
I leaned against my dad's chest and danced with my back to him.
One of his palms touched my lower abdomen, and the other slid down my ribs.
My dad must not have realized the impact of these unintentional actions on me, and I let out an embarrassing moan.
Fortunately, I was covered up by the deafening music, otherwise I would have died of shame.
I think I'm drunk, and these reactions must be caused by alcohol.
The influence of that cup of white wine was so great that I was dizzy and burned with fire.
The skirt was soaked with sweat, and the underwear was sweaty and pressed on the skin, which was very uncomfortable.
If it weren't for public public, I really wanted to get rid of it.
My father suddenly grabbed me, and his strong forearm was on the lower edge of my breasts. He asked nervously: What's wrong?Ranran, are you uncomfortable?
I feel a little dizzy, and the potency of that cup of white wine seems to be quite strong.I replied to his ear.
My father took me out of the small square and out of the crowded crowd.
I thought he was going to take me back to my room, so I stopped him and said I wanted to sit for a while and have a cool breeze.
Dad looked at me and took me to a secluded corner for a moment, sitting on the big steps.
The sun had already set and the cool breeze blew on my body. My sweaty skin immediately felt cold.
I shouldn't have let you drink, Dad said in annoyance, his fingers passing through my hair.
I'll be fine in a while. It was too hot just now, and now I feel frozen again.I hugged my arms with both hands and rubbed them up and down, and asked: It’s obviously summer, why is it so cold?
Dad chuckled and said: How can the mountains be the same as in the city!Your book is in vain.
I stuck my tongue at him, circled my knees and hugged my legs.
come over.Dad patted his thighs like I did when I was a kid.
I immediately laughed and seized the opportunity to sit on my dad's lap to keep warm.He is as warm, safe and powerful as ever, giving me strong protection.
Dad hugged me in his arms, put my head on his shoulders, and suddenly felt his father's difference.
His chest was hotter than usual, and my body immediately became slightly hot.
He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.
The slightly drunk manly smell made my cheeks hot, but I loved them very much.
My thoughts began to float again, and I felt his palm rubbing the circle on my back, and finally stopped and leaned on my butt.
It was very hot, but I didn't dodge, I liked his hands.
Dad... Today is awesome...it was the happiest night I have ever had.My eyelids are a little heavy and my speech is a little confused.
So is Dad.His lips were pressed against my hair and I could hardly hear him.
I thought I was asleep, and in a daze, I felt him pick me up and walk back to the guest room.I don't remember much, I was so sleepy that I just wanted to sleep.
When I woke up, I was already lying on the small bed in the room, covered with a thin blanket.
It was pitch black outside the window, and I was a little puzzled, how could I open my eyes at this point?
Usually, if I didn’t have an alarm clock in my ear for ten minutes, I would never be able to wake up.
Natural awakening to me is like the snow of Taklamakami, far away.
I sat up in a daze, touched and took off my dress, changed my nightgown, and after I felt comfortable, I lay down and continued to sleep.
Suddenly, a very strange sound came from somewhere outside the window, sometimes like a bird's chirping, sometimes like a beast's roaring. In short, it was completely different from the sound heard at home.
I understood a little that I must have been awakened by scare, because the more I heard the sound, the more creepy it became.
I had goose bumps on my body, my heart was pounding rhythmically, and it was really not safe to lie alone in the bed.
I slipped out of bed and ran to my parents' bedroom.
Dad snored gently and mom fell asleep.
Just like when I was a kid, I climbed among them, put my arms around my mother, and buried my face in her hair.
She subconsciously patted my cheeks in her sleep, then moved her body to the bed to make a bigger place for me.
The small move instantly warmed my heart. I grabbed her hand and rubbed it on my face, closing my eyes happily.
In my sleepy mood, I felt my father turn over and come behind me.
He stretched out his arms around me, his lips pressed against my hair.
The warm chest and the hot breathing give me infinite warmth in the chilly night.
The unknown animals outside the house were still screaming, and their screams became more and more harsh and wailing.
I twisted uneasyly, but my father hugged me tighter, his arms tightly, and his chest was pressed to breathe.
Even in his sleep, he knew I needed comfort.
My dad's snoring continued, but I felt something hardening behind me, and I was still as I realized it was my dad's erection pressing against my butt.
The heart beat violently in the chest, and the eardrums were rumbling.
In contrast, the terrifying screams outside are nothing.
I have never seen or felt a man's erection, but what I see in books or on the Internet does not count.
Now this thing is separated from me by a few thin layers of fabric. Even if I don’t move, I can feel the shape and size of my father’s erection.
It's scary and distracting.
Just as I was about to move away, my dad snored loudly and then his palm slid into my nightgown.
The heat quickly penetrated my skin, hitting my spine through the shortest path.
I was shocked. If my father woke up now, he would definitely be shocked. Maybe he would be furious. I must leave quickly.
However, I can't move my body.
My father's arms are always so warm, and stroking them makes me feel more at ease.
As his palms covered my breasts, the huge sense of shame seemed to be pressing against me like a big rock, my breathing became more and more rapid, and my lungs were almost exploding.
The raised breasts were rising and falling, rubbing against his warm and powerful hands.
God, this feels amazing!Keep going, dad, keep going…
The thought in my mind was so sudden and intense that I seemed to have become another person, controlled by another completely unfamiliar emotion.
I opened my mouth and took a deep breath silently, my abdomen trembled, and my body completely turned to my father behind me.
My father's thumb kneaded my nipples, and it rose up in two strokes, turning into a hard little pebbles.
Apart from taking a bath, I have never touched my breasts and nipples like this, but now my dear dad is doing this.
My skin caught fire, and I subconsciously arched my body, as if this could give me strength and bear the waves of violent impacts brought to me by my father.
My father spread his palms and covered my entire breasts and kneaded them.
My figure is slightly taller than my mother, and my breasts are close to my mother, and both of them are between B and C.
It’s easy to know this because I often go to my mom’s closet to search for beautiful clothes, and half of the bras are made of mom.
My breasts are getting bigger and bigger, and my dad's erection is even more significant.Men are amazing and can actually keep their erections in their sleep.
Yi'er, Dad murmured, his voice full of sleepiness.
My father was still in his dream and thought that he was holding his mother in his arms.
I won't wake him up, nor correct him.
I bit my lip desperately, thinking in my heart that I must not make a sound, and silently enjoying his caress and playing with it.
Dad got closer and left his chest with one hand.
I almost wanted to grab his hand and put it back on my breasts, but I didn't expect that the hand would slide along my abdomen to my underwear.
I felt like I was in the Sahara Desert, my throat was dry and my lower abdomen was tight.
I was sweating layer by layer under my body, and the inner side of my thighs was quickly wet. I was sure that the underwear was also wet.
His fingers slowly stroked the pubic hair, then inserted into the base of his thighs, covering his crotch.
My head exploded at that moment, and the roar in my ears was louder than the rockets taking off.
Out of instinct, my body slowly squirmed under his caress, hoping that my father would give him more.
As for more?
I have no idea.
I just want more.
My dad's snoring stopped and I was so scared that he woke up.
Fortunately, it only lasted for a while, and my father's breathing was still even, and the hand under me did not pull away, but instead slid through my underwear.
My fingers slid and stroked the wet slits of flesh for several times, as if exploring the shape of the pussy, and as if feeling how much love fluid was secreted.
He kissed my neck and whispered my mother's name.
You are so wet, Yi'er, he murmured against my ear.
My father opened my legs slightly, slid my fingers into the middle of my labia, touching a place that I had never touched before.
My eyes rolled back and the flames bloomed deep in my abdomen.
Suddenly, his fingertips hooked and accurately touched the sticky and slippery hole.
Slide into the vagina.
Before I realized what was going on, one of my dad’s knuckles had been inserted into my body.
The burning heat all over my body made me unable to bear it at all. My tears flowed out and I finally let out a whimper from my throat.
Dad immediately woke up from his sleep. He stopped all movements and every muscle in his body became extremely stiff.
Slowly, his fingers pulled out of my body, and I felt him patting me, and then groping further away to photograph my mother's body.
Hold!Dad roared in the dark, fuck!
I was frightened by his reaction and could only pretend to go to bed without moving.
Ranran, his father's voice was hoarse, and he apologized in panic, his voice was filled with shame and regret: Sorry, Ranran, sorry...
I swear he was going to cry, just like those days after Wei Feng died.
I turned over toward my father, buried my head in his chest, and wrapped my limbs around him.
My dad had his nightgown lifted up to his waist, and his exposed body was pressed against his hot skin.
His erection also bounced back to my lower abdomen, and the throbbing inside surged again, rushing to the top of his head like a rocket.
Fuck, Dad whispered, and a shiver pushed me away and jumped out of bed like a bullet, as if I was a terrible man-eating devil approaching him.
I don't understand why my dad was so angry. I mean, I know he thought it was wrong to touch his daughter in the dark.
But this is not dad's fault, he thought I was mom.
Unless he is angry with me, because I am the one who has been sober from beginning to end, I let this happen.
Dad is sorry
Shut up, damn it!Dad stepped out of the bedroom and slammed the door.
I snuggled helplessly next to my mother. She hugged me in a daze and said: Xiaofeng, sleep well.
Mom's voice was soft and real, just like when Wei Feng was still there.
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