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A few hours later, Sarah once again slipped into her father’s room. She only felt slightly guilty doing so, after all he said that was basically the same as giving consent, right? As the night before he was softly snoring under the machine attached to his face and was laid out flat on his back. She crept around to the side of the bed and stared at him. It was just a light white sheet spread out over her dad’s naked body. In the moonlight she could out the outline of his body easily. Though right now all she could focus on was his dick. She could see the lump right there, a small round bump right below his belly. She bit her lip apprehensively.

“How is for a bit later,” I giggled, leaning in to kiss her cheek, playfully licking up a bit of my mess. “When is now. And when is Saturday, when you were still at Grandpa's. Apparently getting it like I just got it from Daddy, you naughty little girl!”“You told her?” she gasped as she turned to look at Daddy.

Mrs. B smiled up at me. “Well…?” She put her hand behind my neck, pulled me closer and gave me the best, most sensual kiss I’d had to that time. Definitely in the top three kisses of my life. I pulled her closer and reciprocated as best I could. I felt her naked leg slip between my legs, and she rubbed her thigh against my tortured shaft through my jeans. I so did not want to cum in my pants at that moment. Mrs. B. saved me. While still kissing me hard, Mrs. B. ran her hand down my bare chest and moaned softly.