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“Good, you're awake,” a soft, seductive voice purred. I had to force myself to focus again, to see the tall, gorgeous blonde stepping into the room. Even then, I thought surely I had to be hallucinating; she was stunning, her tiny black leather bikini top barely covering her nipples on her huge, gravity-defying DD-cup tits, the matching tight black miniskirt showing off slender, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. “Do you remember me yet, Brian?”

“For me too, baby!” he agreed, though it wasn't immediately clear to me if it was just that he'd thought it had been perfect, or if he meant it had been something he'd always wanted, too. I'd have to remember to ask him about that later, sometime Mom wasn't around.

As if she had set an alarm, Sarah awoke just after midnight. Slipping without a sound from her bed and creeping down the hall, she strode into her father’s room again. This time the hesitation had left her completely. With a clean and gentle movement, she swept the sheet of his bed and locked onto her resting father’s member. Crawling up his bed between his legs, she hovered over his crotch, leant down and sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth. She swallowed his thick, soft sausage down to the base, licking the head and breathing in his thick scent. It didn’t take long for his cock to harden, with each throb growing thicker and longer in her mouth until it pushed her back.