Wife’s daughter

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Wife’s daughterYears ago, when I was still married to the woman, her daughter (who live with their dad many miles away) would usually spend summers with us. She was a pretty ordinary looking girl, nobody you’d describe as “hot” but very nice.She was young but not a c***d.One summer I noticed that she was taking a particular interest in me…my body that is. We didn’t walk around nude by any means but it wasn’t uncommon for me to walk into the kitchen in my sleeping attire; boxer/briefs and a t-shirt. She always took notice of whatever bulge I was showing. That was usually on the weekends. During the week it wasn’t uncommon for my wife to bring me a cup while I was still in bed or fresh out of the shower. Well my wife became addicted to opiods and we finally had her hospitalized for 30 days.Karen (not her real name) was becoming more bold while the two of us were alone and was outright staring at my crotch. I have to admit it, I canlı bahis aided and abetted our growing game and started to spend more time in my underwear and t-shits, evena after work some nights.I doubt Karen had ever seen a cock (maybe a chance glimpse of her dad’s) and I’m certain she had never touched one.Well she started to bring me my coffee in the morning and if I was still in bed, she’d boldly look at the sheet (I always made sure that was the only covering) where my cock was. I’m sure she could tell if I had morning wood which I made sure I did as the game went on.One morning I looked out of our glass surrounded shower and could see her in the doorway watching. I didn’t let on that I could see her and gave my cock a thorough washing to the point it got hard and of course I gave it some nice strokes, but not to orgasm. This happened for a few more mornings and then she stopped, but continued to bring me my coffee.Our master bahis siteleri bedroom was a wing off the house on the main floor that consisted of a hallway that passed a very large walk-in closet and the bathroom before you got to the bedroom.Several days went by and then one morning no coffee in bed and no shower show. Instead, as I was dressing in the walk-in, she came down the hall and stopped, apparently surprised I was up which was bs because she always got up before I did and she heard the shower run and turn off. I had my boxer/briefs on so she said. “good morning” handed me my coffee and was off. I clearly thought she was trying to catch me nude. Next morning her timing was better and I took my time picking out my clothes for the day so when she arrived I was nude and facing the door. She gazed at my cock for what seemed like a long time and then set the coffee down and left without a word. Now I knew the game so bahis şirketleri the next morning I showered, stroked myself to a magnificent hard-on and waited in the closet. Repeat of yesterday but this time my coffee delivery girl just stood in the doorway, mouth agape and stared. I don’t think she was able to move or talk. I gave my cock a few strokes and said, “why don’t you put the coffee down and come over and give me a hand?”She did put the coffee down and her had was shaking so much she actually spilled some. Slowly she came over to me as I continued to stroke and eventually reached out and took her hand and put it on my throbbing cock. She made a loud gasp, confirming my belief that this was a first for her and I took her hand and started to move it up and down and then let her go solo. I was so horny by then it took less than a minute and I shot ropes of cum everywhere.All she said was, “wow, that was cook”. This became a morning ritual until one morning I took my hands on her shoulders and moved he down in front of me. You know what happened next but I’ll bore you no more here.If you want to hear that part of the story feel free to ask.Cheers

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