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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 15, 2011
- Location
- Canada
Perhaps a willing female participant will step in
Father /daughter play time
Pacing the floor in the den once again, waiting for my 17 year old daughter to return from her date with the school stud. I had not be home to see what you wore out tonight to tease the boy, but I bet it has been off and back on at least once tonight. Mom has left for her overnight business trip, leaving me to try to discipline you once again. She has told me of the wild drinking parties you attend most weekends, and the outrageous clothing you try to pass off as fashionable. I wander the halls of our empty house, recalling how I often catch glances of your young nubile body as you dash from shower to your bedroom, clad only in a fluffy towel hastily wrapped around you. I must admit my arousal at the frequent sight, and as I pass your closed bedroom door, I pause. "What the hell" I think, and upon opening it, I see what Mom has told me about the state of your room. Clothes piled on the floor, panties and bras discarded in the area of the laundry basket, but none seem to make it in. I pick up one lacy bra, and imagine it on your budding breasts,.. and turning it over, I struggle to make out the cup size without success, but my interest is rising as I toss it in the hamper for washing. Then, I hear the key turning to unlock the front door, and I make my way to the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind me.
Father /daughter play time
Pacing the floor in the den once again, waiting for my 17 year old daughter to return from her date with the school stud. I had not be home to see what you wore out tonight to tease the boy, but I bet it has been off and back on at least once tonight. Mom has left for her overnight business trip, leaving me to try to discipline you once again. She has told me of the wild drinking parties you attend most weekends, and the outrageous clothing you try to pass off as fashionable. I wander the halls of our empty house, recalling how I often catch glances of your young nubile body as you dash from shower to your bedroom, clad only in a fluffy towel hastily wrapped around you. I must admit my arousal at the frequent sight, and as I pass your closed bedroom door, I pause. "What the hell" I think, and upon opening it, I see what Mom has told me about the state of your room. Clothes piled on the floor, panties and bras discarded in the area of the laundry basket, but none seem to make it in. I pick up one lacy bra, and imagine it on your budding breasts,.. and turning it over, I struggle to make out the cup size without success, but my interest is rising as I toss it in the hamper for washing. Then, I hear the key turning to unlock the front door, and I make my way to the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind me.
