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Awkward Reunion (Cloudy1 x Enjoytowrite)

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Cloudy1

Super-Earth
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Oct 10, 2018
It felt like the day was lasting forever, from spending the night before trying to gather her things, to the morning spent getting into her father's car and making sure nothing she needed was left behind. While it didn't normally take so long for someone else, it was particularly hard for her given her inability to walk. Since she was born Amelia couldn't walk, something about her nerves not working properly causing her to not have the strength to use them and occasionally have bouts of pain, or at least that's the way they described it when she was little. She could manage to move them slightly, which helped when moving around, and she could even manage to stand with her upper body supported, though she couldn't take a step or stand up completely on her own.

It was a long quiet car ride with her father, having not seen him in so long due to the divorce. She wanted to be able to talk with him about something, but she only saw him briefly during special occasions, her mother having full custody until only recently. Though with her mother getting into the drugs that were meant for her condition, the one she needed to take care of her was now spending time in jail for using the condition to get more drugs and abuse them. It was hard for her to think of anything the two could talk about, and thinking of all the things she would have to get used to was a lot for her to process. Sitting in the passenger seat as they headed to her father's house, Amelia looked out the side window, her hands resting in her lap. Not knowing that she was going to be picked up so soon she was wearing a simple tank top and a pair of pajama pants, though the clothes she had laid out weren't too much more appropriate for the situation.

"So... how long ago did you remarry? Mom never said anything about the marriage.... Is she nice?" she finally asked, her voice soft and somewhat uneasy as she tried to find something to break the uncomfortable silence, and knowing if she would be welcomed to her new home was something that bothered her. She glanced over expecting an answer, brushing a strand of her fine black hair from her face to fall in line with the rest that reached down to the top of her lightly tan shoulders.


Amelia:
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He hadn’t seen his daughter in five years, that was the last time her mother let him, she was trying to had her addiction. And now in the middle of the school year he had to lift her up, quite literally, and bring her to his home. He huffs softly, shaking his head. “I should’ve never let her take my Princess!” He berates himself on the car ride there, and then after parking and brining her bags to the car, it was awkward.

When he went to go lift her up, she had grown so much...in just five years his daughter had been hit by puberty, and hard. They had hoped the condition wouldve been better by now, but the only thing that changed was her body. Thighs thick from lack of use, but her upper-body seemed fit, besides those heavy udders. He could almost see her breasts through her shirt, and he hated himself for liking it.

She was much better looking than her mother, better proportions, younger face, longer hair, it was his wife, but 2.0. And his daughter hadn’t fucked his brother. He lifts her up like a child and brings her into his truck, setting her in the passenger seat, and then loads her bags and wheelchair into the back.

Her puberty causing a massive tent in his shorts wasnt the only issue, she had chose her mother over him. He understood why, but it still hurt deep down. His little princess not wanting to be with him. Well she wasn’t little anymore!

He wore a pair of gym shorts, and a white t-shirt on his upper body. The shorts bulged by his beefy shaft, aching gently from her massive juggs on display. He rests his hand ontop of hers. “We got married two years ago, shes very nice. Shes a nurse, so she works a lot. A history teacher and a nurse, odd right?” He asks with a chuckle. “I missed you...Im sorry if I seem odd, its just been so long and this is all so sudden. Samanthas happy to have you though, she always wanted a daughter.” He says gently as he drives onto the highway.
 
She had noticed him look at her chest, almost expecting a comment or order to wear something less revealing, though she hadn't planned to go anywhere aside from her father's house. She wondered what he was thinking as she noticed the stare at her figure more than once, but she thought it would be out of place for her to ask. With her condition she didn't get too many looks, whether it was from others not wanting to bother with her flaws, or because she didn't attend too many events outside of the home. The look whether she knew the true intent or not was one she felt herself kind of enjoying.

She remembered how she chose her mother to be with back when the two divorced, at the time she was younger, and needed someone that was a bit more like her, she couldn't think of her dad helping her into the shower or helping her dress, not to mention the feelings of the two people she loved more than anything separating for reasons she was left completely oblivious about. For all she knew, she felt like some of the reason the two split was because of her.

The feeling that her choice she made so many years about caused her to be hesitant around him. Feeling the hand on top of hers comforted her slightly, the hand being bigger than hers still even after how much she grew giving her a small reminder at how he used to comfort her the same way. She gave a small slightly nervous giggle at his question, honestly thinking that anything would be an odd combination with a history teacher aside from another teacher. With a small smile she said, "No it's ok I understand... I don't know where to start.... It's nice to know I won't be completely unwanted," part of her nervousness from not knowing how her father actually felt after so long slipping through. "I hope I won't be too much of an intrusion," she said with a soft sigh, knowing that there would be a lot to get used to for all of them.
 
“Nope, not an intrusion at all. We both want you, I’ve wanted you since the moment you picked your mother ov-“ he stops himself, huffing gently as he rubs his bearded jaw slowly. “I’m glad your back and happy to be able to make-up for lost years. Ive taken the week off, and when I go back youll just come in with me to school, and itll be like normal...I hope.” He says gently as his thumb gently caresses the back of her hand softly.

Every bump they hit he looked over to see those massive juggs bounce, her heavy breasts wobbling and jiggling lewdly, making his fat mass ache. “You’ve certainly grown though...” he says as he gets into the fast lane, huffing softly. Its not wrong to be attracted to your daughter, right? If she looks like her mother its totally normal! And if her tits are the size of your head you have to imagine sucking on them...Right?
 
Amelia's eyes darted down to the floor when she heard him mention her choice to live with her mother. She couldn't help but feel guilty for the situation they were both in because of her decision to stay with her mother at the time when she was younger. She couldn't help but choose her mother, and even if she knew that her mother would use her as a way to get to her pain drugs, she was just an impressionable young girl at the time. She simply answered him with a nod about how they would have the week to get situated before they both went back to school, not wanting to say something that would make the car ride even more awkward for them.

Scratching the back of her head she let out a small giggle and said, "yeah, I guess I have grown a lot since last time, at least I'm not obsessed with riding on your shoulders anymore," joking about how much harder it would be now that she was so much bigger. It was at least a little funny to her as her dad did pick her up like he always had when she was still a little girl. Now she weighed more, with most of it going to her bountiful breasts and her legs that barely had any tone to them from how limited strength and control she had with them. The rest of her body, her arms and her core however looked fit and almost athletic with the way getting around in a wheelchair and doing everything with her upper body kept them nice and toned.

As they hit a more noticeable bump, her heavy breasts gave a hefty bounce, even enough to get her own attention and adjust her tank top that had been able to miraculously keep them from being revealed. She had begun to wonder if she should have brought a jacket or convinced her father to let her change before leaving, though she was still sleepy when he arrived. She was normally fairly oblivious to the jiggle and wiggle from her plump round mounds, getting used to it as it was unavoidable and even finding clothes that fit with the rest of her toned upper body was difficult. She glanced over at him again having seen his eyes peek over at her a few times during the drive, though she couldn't help but think that he had focused on her breasts. She must have been imagining things right?
 
He couldnt help but wonder how soft and warm they were. How big her nipples got, how her thighs would feel on his cheeks, the way her plump ass would jiggle or wobble as he pumps into her...

Its clearly been some time since hes had sex, his wife constantly working nights, while he worked days as a teacher. He didnt hate her for it, she loved her job and he was glad she was doing what she loved. But it still took a toll on the older man. Turning to porn, starting a nurse, and slowly its crept to the ‘step’-anything category. His favorite was daughter...

“Id still carry you on my shoulders!” He assures her, his hand reaching down and giving the thick mass of meat a squish. “Ive gotten more toned, a dad-bod no more!” He grins gently, before returning his hand to hers. “Ill do whatever it takes to make you happy Princess. I love you.” Thats why he didnt fight for custody, his daughter had chose his wife, assuring him shed be happier there. Was it the right choice? Who knows...

His eyes constantly linger to her breasts, that seatbelt making him imagine very taboo things. His beefy cock aching eagerly at the thoughts, and his fingers curl over her hand and the steering wheel, as he huffs. They were almost back to his place, he could make it...!
 
She let out a more genuine giggle at the comment about him still being able to carry her on his shoulders, giving a small smile as she said, "Ok maybe we could once or twice, but maybe at a pool just in case," not doubting her father's strength but knowing it would make an embarrassing and painful accident should either of them get hurt, and while a pool was still somewhere she had to be careful, she was able to manage with less assistance from others so long as it wasn't too deep.

Her short bit of laughter only made her breasts bounce more, the seat belt ending up tightening between her breasts. She couldn't find a position to alleviate the problem, though she figured they were close enough that it wouldn't matter.

A soft pink blush tinted her cheeks as she heard him call her Princess and say he loved her, something that she hadn't heard in such a long time from him because of the divorce. While her mother had a few boyfriends over the years they never lasted, and hearing it from her dad like they hadn't been apart was a little unexpected but she liked it. Other girls her age would have probably grown out of the endearing name, but she felt a little conflicted to say anything about it, at the very least enjoying it in the meantime.

"We're almost there right?" she asked curiously, starting to get a little uncomfortable from the length of the drive along with the seat belt making itself at home between her two heavy breasts. Not sure what to prepare herself she then asked, "So is Samantha home right now or at work? And does she have any kids?" being a bit more open to talking as they continued to make their way to the house, while still being fairly visibly nervous about being shuffled off into her dad's care at a moments notice.
 
“Shes home but probably sleeping. Best not wake her. Tomorrow youll meet her, she works nights and shes off tomorrow.” He says with a small nod. “We’re almost there, don’t worry.” And thank god, he wasnt sure if his shorts could handle it much longer!

He pulls off the highway, making a few turns, before pulling into a gas station. “Let me just fill up real quick and we’ll be right back on the road.” He says gently, planting a kiss on her head. Getting out, sliding his card and pumping the gas, he puts the handle on lock, before heading into the small convenience store attached to the pumps.

He comes out moments later, his bulge bouncing as he walks towards the truck, and undoes the pump, and then gets back into the truck, “I hope you still like these...” he says as he tugs out a bar of her favorite candy, and hands it over to her. “Or did you grow out of it?” He asks as he starts up the truck and heads back to the house.

Exiting the truck after he parks it infront of the two-story suburban home, he wraps around and lifts the young girl out of the passenger seat. “Welcome home sweetheart. Want to take a shower or bath?” He asks as he brings her up to the front door, and then inside. Setting her down on the foyer bench, his beefy cock aching in her face for just a few moments, he heads outside and grabs her bags and wheelchair, bringing both into the house. “We can leave this one downstairs, i bought you one for upstairs? Its better on the carpet, and the handles even fold down so its easier to get in and out of.”
 
She gave a nod as she listened, letting out a soft sigh of relief as she heard that it would be pretty much just the two of them for the first day. She had no problems staying quiet, but the thought of having to meet and interact with her Dad's wife so suddenly was something she wasn't completely prepared for.

As they stopped at the gas station she simply responded, "Ok, I'll be here," while he left the truck to get gas. she was a bit surprised at the kiss on her head, having missed so much when she went to live with her mom. While he went in to the store, Amelia leaned on her arm against the door, looking out the window while she waited. Watching her dad walk across the parking lot she couldn't not see the bulge that his gym shorts did very little to hide. She couldn't help but think that she had somehow caused it, was he really attracted to her in such a way?

"Oh, yes! it's my favorite!" she answered with a smile as the candy bar fell into her hands. She didn't waste any time, carefully opening the package and taking a bite, the chocolate and sugar was sure to raise her mood and give her a bit energy after a troublesome week.

Arriving at the house, she didn't expect to be carried in, perfectly capable of using the wheelchair though her dad seemed to really want to help and she wasn't going to argue with that. She gave a small smile though then blushed as she was set down on the bench. Both at the idea of asking him for help for a bath or shower, and at the beefy bulge that hung in her face as she was set down, which both made her heart beat a little faster, her body feeling warm. She waited until after he was back to answer with a question, "Would you mind helping me with a bath? I could myself but it would leave a big mess. Oh and is my bed on the first or second floor?" curious to if she would have to get help every day just to get up the stairs, though she was already more confident in her father's arms than with her mother.
 
“H-help with a bath...?” His cock ached eagerly, but his mind grew worried. Already? So soon? God, he though the ride was bad! Wait till he had to soap up those huge juggs! “Yeah i’d love to.” He says with a smile, rubbing her cheek gently with his free hand as he undoes his shoes, and then helps her of hers.

”I was leaving that up to you. Theres two rooms, a smaller room downstairs, but very close to the kitchen, and the bathroom is across the hall. Or the one upstairs is next to mine, with the bathroom attached.” He offers, pushing her wheelchair over to the stairs. “Ill switch the wheelchairs around to down here if you want to be in that room.” He offers, before picking her up once more and bringing her upstairs.

Taking a turn at the top, he goes past his room, his wife indeed snoring on the bed. “I may sleep in your room if her snoring gets too bad...” he teases with a chuckle, bringing her into the other bedroom, and then into the attached bathroom. “The other bathroom doesnt have a tub, either. So it depends if you want comfort, and need me to carry you up and down, or independence and proximity to junk food. Of course up here id just grab you whatever you want.” He says as he sets her down on the toilet. “So should I get in the bath with you?” He asks as he turns on the hot water to the tub, letting the faucet begin to pour out the liquid, steaming up the room quickly.
 
Listening to the choices she took a while to think, knowing that being closer would be better in case she needed help, though it would be more work for him to take her up and down the stairs all the time. "I think I'll stay upstairs, if it gets to be too much trouble we can move me back down later," she said as she was lifted and brought upstairs, wrapping her arms around him to keep her body close and easier to carry while also making her feel more safe.

She let out a chuckle as she heard the snoring as they passed the room and said, "I wouldn't blame you, I can't sleep if it's loud either," thinking that she must have gotten her sleeping habits from her dad.

As they made their way to the bathroom she looked over as he turns on the water, blushing as she heard him ask if he should get in with her. It was a bit unnecessary for him to have to get in, though he seemed to do a lot more than he needed to anyway. She shook her head as she pushed thoughts of him in the tub with her out of her head before saying, "I mean you don't have to... It might be a little messy, I mostly need help with my legs and getting in and out," she explained, leaving the decision open for him to decide what would be best. Knowing that either way she was going to have a bath she pulled the bottom of her tank top up a bit, not revealing her breasts yet as she waited to get a little closer to the tub.
 
He nods slowly, and watches as she begins to lift her tanktop up. Oh god, here it comes! He shifts on his feet, cock aching as he huffs. Crouching down he grabs her waistband to her bottoms and panties, and tugs them down her thick hips in one steady motion. Her thick thighs seemed to hide her folds, so he was glad about that. Then there was her tanktop. He grabs the hem of it with her. “Lift your hands in the air sweetheart...” he says, and then lifts her tanktop up and over her bare, bouncy tits.

Her heavy breasts on display, thick nipples and soft flesh made his body shover. He should NOT be this attracted to his daughter. But god he couldn’t help it. He lifts her up, trying not to look at her big breasts, and lays her in the water. Turning off the faucet, he grabs a loofa for her from under the sink, and then sits down behind the tub. His beefy cock tenting his shorts as he smiles. “Maybe I can give you a massage?” He questions as he slowly slips his hands onto her shoulders, and begins to expertly massage her stiff shoulders and neck. Thankfully from this angle he wasn’t constantly staring at those massive tits, only every now and then when he wanted to.
 
Doing as he told her, she lifted her hands up into the air so that he could take the tank top off of her. As the tank top was lifted her big bouncy breasts dropped out of the bottom of the small layer of clothing that had contained them. Now completely nude she moved an arm across the front of her breasts to attempt to keep some of her decency.

As she was lowered into the water, her thick smooth legs tended to float slightly, her her knees popping up to the surface of the water without her doing anything. Her soft round tits also floated slightly to the level of the water, and feeling the hot water in the steam filled bathroom was nice. "Oh, sure," she answered as her father offered the massage, her shoulders and back were tense from all the stress the past few days caused her, along with the stress of her heavy breasts making her back and shoulders stiff.

Before he had begun the massage, she managed to soap up and scrub her arms clean, though she didn't want to be squirming around during the massage. "I didn't know you were so good at massages," she said before letting out a soft groan as his hands kneaded away the stress and tension. Her lower back rested against the side of the tub, her shoulders slowly drifting closer to his hands.
 
“Every man that had or has a wife is good at massages. Its almost a necessity!” He says with a smile. “You must be sore from having to roll the wheels, and the recent events.” He says as he plants a kiss ontop of her head, his strong hands slowly working on her tanned skin, his fat cock aching everytime he peeks over to see those heavy udders, yet still buoyant, floating on the surface of the water.

Whenever she finishes washing her upper-body, his hands move forward and begin to massage her collarbone, and her chest just below the collarbone. “So do you just take the pain meds when necessary? After this bath ill go run some errands, pick up the prescription and grab some more groceries for you.” He offers, his hands slowly getting dangerously close to her big breasts as he massages her. “You can come or stay here and relax. I think the cable on your TV works? But the wifi sure does. Do you need a laptop, new phone, or anything?” He asks curiously.
 
She gave a smile up at him at the comment about being good at massages, letting out a soft sigh as she said, "It's more difficult than it looks doing everything with just your upper body, and now is the first chance for me to relax," explaining why she was so tense and sore while not getting into the details too much as she knew it would be awkward for them to talk about her mother.

She closed her eyes letting her head lay back as his hands moved to her chest and collarbone, letting out a deep breath as his hands worked and allowed her to relax. "Yeah, it used to be one that I would have to take everyday, but now it's just when it's bothering me," she answered with her eyes still closed, blushing slightly as his fingers slowly moved further down her chest, ever closer to her large soft breasts. She couldn't help but feel that it wouldn't be long before he was kneading her breasts, but didn't want to say anything about it, conflicted as she felt herself getting excited about it somewhat.

"Oh, I think I might stay and relax, I wouldn't want to make the errands take longer than they need to be," she answered before hearing him ask if she needed anything, "No, I should have everything in one of my bags, thanks though."
 
“Ahh, okay. Im glad you dont have to take them daily anymore.” He says with a smile, planting a kiss on her shoulder gently. His eyes shift over her slowly, while his hands want to move downwards to her heavy juggs, he hesitates. “I know these get sore...Let me know if you want me to stop...” he says slowly as he sits up, and reaches down.

His hands slowly grope at her big, heavy breasts. His thick fingers slowly massaging the bases of them, working back and forth expertly, groaning gently at how soft and amazing they felt. “Theyre just so big...” he mumbles under his breath, as his hands slowly work towards her nipples, his thumb and forefinger beginning to slowly massage around her areola, before returning back to the base of her big breasts. Finally he does one more run to her thick nipples, and his fingers begin to slowly massage and pinch the aching nubs, gently playing with them. His cock aches unnaturally as he gropes and molests his daughter under the guise of a massage!
 
The random kisses and signs of affection he gave her as they talked made her feel happy, reinforcing what her dad had told her about wanting her around and loving her despite the choice she made to live with her mother. "Ok..." she answered simply as she heard he was going to continue his massage at her breasts next, a little confused to if it was actually something people did but thinking it must be fine if it was her dad that suggested it.

Feeling his big strong hands move down to her large round breasts she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, from her own uncertainty to a desire to feel more and enjoy every touch. She let a soft moan leave across her lips as he began to play with her nipples, her cheeks blushing a slightly deeper shade of red because of the noise she let out. She gently rested her head against his arm as he continued to grope and squeeze her heavy jugs. she kept telling herself it was normal to enjoy a massage, and making noises that expressed that were normal as well, even if it involved her dad massaging her surprisingly sensitive bust.
 
Gently squishes the fat juggs together, rubbing her nipples together, and then back and forth on her breasts, almost trying to milk them in a way! His hands going from the bases of them to her nipples. Hearing her soft moans, feeling her head rest on his arm, and seeing her body shiver occasionally reassured she liked it. “Your such a beautiful young woman...” he says gently, enjoying giving her big breasts a massage.

Though, he stops. Letting her big breasts go and return to floatinf as he smiles gently. “Ill wash your hair for you, want to do your legs while I do that?” He asks as he squirts some shampoo into his hands, and then slowly massages it into her hair. His fingers roaming over her scalp, slow long strokes through her hair and against her head. About as good as a hair dresser, he slowly massages the shampoo into her hair and head.

“Remember I used to wash your hair when you were a little girl? You used to play with your rubber duckys and then fall asleep halfway through.” He smiles gently at the memory, sighing softly. And to think she could go from that little innocent girl to a big busty babe, and to think he just lewdly groped her.
 
She couldn't help but continue to let out soft moans as his hands moved across her large squishy breasts, her body letting out small shivers that went through her body with pleasure and excitement. "thanks..." she answered with another soft moan as she smiled and blushed at the compliment and the timing of moan.

As his hands slowly left her bountiful breasts she let out a soft relaxed sigh, the massage being refreshing and enjoyable regardless of any intent behind massaging her breasts. "Oh, sure!" she answered as he had already moved to get the shampoo ready before she had the chance to answer. She felt him gently rubbing the shampoo into her scalp, his fingers running through her hair and let out a giggle at his comment before saying, "Oh yeah, it used to be so fun, and when I finally woke up I would be already dressed and cuddled up in your lap on the couch," remembering as well as she lifted her legs to rest her feet on the side of the tub to make them easier for her to wash, then moved to soap them up slowly to carefully make sure she didn't miss a spot. She then joked, "I don't know though, after that massage I'm relaxed enough I could probably fall asleep anywhere."
 
He smiles gently, his fingers massaging through her dark locks slowly, making sure to lather the shampoo into them. “You’ve certainly grown into a beautiful woman...” he says with a shake of his head. Finishing her head massage, he cups the water in his hand and begins to was the soap out, letting it flow back into the tub. Massaging the soap out of her hair, and letting it run down. It was a slower process than most, but he was in no rush at all.

When he was done washing her hair, he wipes his hands clean of water and soap on a nearby towel, as he stands. His beefy cock bulging out his shorts, bouncing as he walks over to the shower. “Ill take a quick shower, then ill help you out and dry you.” He says as he turns the shower on. The way the bathroom was setup was really nice. He wouldnt tell her, but she got the master suite while he and his wife got the regular bedroom, he had swapped the rooms around for her. Theres a stand-alone bathtub where his daughter bathes currently, then across the room from the tub is a glassed in shower. A his and her vanity sits between them, and then a door opposite to the vanity is to her bedroom.

He turns on the water to the shower, letting the water get warm as he undresses. His muscular, toned body moving around slowly, before his big beefy cock flops out lewdly. Fully erect and throbbing, he sets the clothes aside. Just then, the door knocks.

‘Im heading out guys! Ill see you tomorrow Amelia!’ His wife calls out, before she heads to work.

“Seeya!” Peter calls in return, before he steps into the shower and begins to shampoo his own hair.
 
Amelia tried to keep her head still enough that no soap would fall into her eyes while continuing to wash her legs, though it wasn't completely possible as she soon made her way down to her feet, spreading the soap and making sure she didn't miss anything. The way his hands massaged into her hair was soothing, and he seemed to be as thorough as her, even taking the time clean all of the soap out of her hair even though she was more than able to by herself.

She didn't think to question the size or layout of the bathroom, with it being connected to the bedroom and having a vanity for two it was easy to tell it was intended for a couple, though she had just assumed that it was ok after she was given the choice. "Ok," she agreed as she heard his plan, though she couldn't help but get a glimpse of him as he undressed, from the toned muscular body to his thick beefy cock. She tried not to stare, not wanting to bring to much attention to it as well as giving him some sense of privacy even if he was in sight no matter where he went in the spacious bathroom.

A small splash could be heard as her stepmother, his wife, had knocked on the door, surprised by the knock as Amelia assumed that she was still sleeping. "Oh! See you tomorrow," she answered in return, not quite as loud as the other two but enough to be heard from the other side of the door. As she waited for Peter to finish his shower, she rinsed off her legs before lowering them back into the warm water and rested the back of her head against the side of the tub and waited.
 
Peter washes his tall, toned body slowly. Shifting around in the shower, humming a calming tune, he washes his hair and body, and just as he finishes up and turns off the shower, his phone rings. Huffing softly, he gets out of the shower and reaches into his shorts pocket on the ground, lifting up the cell phone and answering it.

Walking over to the bathtub, he leans over the tub and pulls the drain plug, before walking back to the counter. ‘Uh huh...yup...okay Fred, the lesson plan should be...yup, okay....” he mumbles as he goes through the motions. “I agree...yup, follow the lesson plan...call me if you need anymore help...” he finally hangs up as the tub fully empties, tossing the phone onto the counter. He walks over to her and hands her one towel, using the other for himself. Kneeling down by the tub he wipes down her legs and thick thighs, leaving her folds for herself. When shes all dry, he helps her up and out of the tub.

Walking her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom he sets her down on the bed, and then lifts her Clothing bag up and onto the bed beside her. “Want help dressing?” He asks as he uses one towel to begin to dry himself off, working on his hair as his muscled body shows off, his fat cock swinging side to side.
 
Amelia couldn't help but watch as Peter came out of the shower, from his tall toned body to his fat cock swinging as he walked she could feel her heart beating a bit faster and couldn't deny at how attractive he was. She tried not to draw any attention to herself though, knowing that she shouldn't be thinking that about him.

Hearing the conversation she stayed quiet not wanting to be rude as it was pretty clear that it was work related. As he hung up she asked, "Is everything ok?" guessing that it could be stressful, and wanting to make sure he wasn't making things harder for himself by taking off work to take care of her. She took the towel and began to dry the rest of her body off, starting from her head down to her large plump breasts and soon down to between her thighs. With the two working together she was soon dry and they made their way to the bedroom.

She blushed slightly as she realized they were both naked, her bare breasts brushing against his muscular chest as she was moved to the bed. Trying to take her mind off her attraction to his body she moved to her bag, laying on her side but propped up on her elbow as she laid out her clothes from the bag, knowing the rest would need to be put away anyway. "Sure, if you don't mind," she answered, taking his offer for helping her get dressed, knowing that depending on what she would wear it could be difficult getting her legs in by herself. "Do you think we are going to be home most of the day?" she asked while trying to decide what to wear, obviously preferring something that was more comfortable compared to something that did a better job at covering her up.
 
“Yeah we’ll stay home the rest of the day sweetheart. Tomorrow we’ll go out shopping for you, but im gonna head out to go run a few errands. If you wanted to come with me you can, but I figured youd wanna rest?” He asks curiously as his eyes shift over her naked body. “If you want, when its just the two of us...You don’t have to get dressed. Its a lot of work and if you’d like I wouldnt mind it either.” He offers her as his thick cock aches slowly, a throbbing pulsation pushes through the thick meat as he finishes drying off his hair and the rest of his body.

He notices her eyes, and was glad he didnt see a disgusted look on her face. He wraps the towel around his neck and shoulders, walking over to the windows and shutting the blinds, but keeps the curtains open, letting sunlight still flow into the room. “Unless you want me to stay home? If youd feel lonely if I left, but don’t want to come with me, I can stay. We can grab the errands tomorrow. So it’s a benefit today, but a longer day tomorrow.” He offers her as he turns back to her and eyes over her body slowly.
 
Amelia gave a nod and answered, "Yeah, I was up all night getting everything ready," as she pulled out a brush and began to comb her hair so it wan't all messy, but let it stay slightly damp after the bath. Hearing the idea for her to stay naked made her blush slightly, but as she thought about it, it seemed less strange than what they had just done in the bathroom. "Ok... I'll skip the clothes for now..." she answered as she moved to sit back up, an arm moving just under her large heavy breasts to give some support.

Looking over at him she thought about what she wanted to do, both her physical attraction to him and not wanting to be alone after all that happened she wanted company, and figured it would be a good chance to spend time together. "Could you stay home please?" she asked before adding on, "I would love to spend more time with you... and by tomorrow I should be rested and ready to go on errands with you"
 
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