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- And why is it like this now and not when I usually wake up on the weekends? Does it happen with Mom too? So many questions, yet no answers. So feeling around it is. I slowly placed my hands as to if I was sleeping, one under my head, and one in front of my chest, and just laid there for what felt like an hour. Eventually I started to make very slow movements to my Dad’s crotch, and with every movement my hand made, his crotch began pulsing, like if it knew that my hand was near. Closer and closer, I reached to my upper stomach, which had to have been at the same place the opening to Dad’s pajama bottoms was at. Closer.. Closer.. And I finally reached the top of what seemed like a big long snake, and Dad finally started to move, but only this once. He moved his crotch up my chest, closer to my face, and back down where my hand was, grazing it and allowing my hand to feel what felt like a wide stick as it came back down, moving my hand at the same time to rest on it. The palm of my hand was now resting on my stomach while the back side of my hand was now touching whatever was on the other side of Dad’s pajama bottoms, I slowly moved around to feel around for any sort of holes, and came up with nothing, the only opening was his waist and there was no way I was going to try and slip my hand inside his pajama bottoms and have him continue to believe that I was still asleep, even if he was asleep himself. I kept trying to feel around the bulge and eventually found an opening in front of it. Instead of placing my entire hand in, I decided that one finger should do the trick, just to see if I could feel whatever was inside. I could feel Dad’s heartbeat within the pulse of the bulge inside full bush teen his pajama bottoms, could this thing be a part of Dad? I slipped my index finger inside the opening, and felt something smooth, like skin to skin contact, but I didn’t know what I was touching. I rubbed the back of my index finger on it and soon enough it began pulsing harder and harder like it recognized that it was me, I had to pull it out but that required me putting my entire hand inside the opening, and possibly waking up Dad. I couldn’t risk it, but I did it anyways. I slowly pulled myself lower to Dad’s waist till I was face to The Hot Bush face with the bulge, I can just barely see the stripped design and the Football team logo on the pajamas, and then my index finger inside the opening to whatever was inside Dad’s pajamas. I put my middle finger in, then my ring, then my pinky, and finally my thumb. No sudden reaction from Dad, good I was still safe. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I tried to wrap my hand around it but it felt too big to grasp, so I had to try and push the wrapping of the cloth around and… The first thing I saw was actual skin, and I knew it had to be part of Dad, my eyes widened at the look of the blackish purple skin (because I could barely see it), and a hole may have been where he peed out of, I took a long look and tried to pull more of it out, and out it came. I took care not to make any sort of sound or sudden movements because if Dad woke up right now, and lifted the covers up, he would most likely know what was going on, and then I would most likely get punished, or worse killed. (I was a kid, I didn’t know better.) I pulled what seemed like a large wide oversided thumb with a hole where pee comes out, I took my fingers and started feeling around where then Dad finally started to move, but didn’t pull the covers off, instead he turned so that he was laying on his stomach, and my right hand still on his… Thing.. Then started moving his crotch in an up and down motion where he continued to do so for about 2 or 3 minutes, I just laid there awe struck. Whatever he was doing, must have felt good, so maybe that’s what he, or his body, was trying to tell me to do. After a while of his constant dry humping on my hand, I wrapped my fingers as best that I could, and he stopped and moved back on his side facing me, then attempted to slowly mimic what he was doing to my hand instead I was moving my hand instead of him moving his body. Dad then laid on his back and began twitching every 30 seconds or so, and his bush fucking thigh kept pulsating up after a brief moment. I kept slowly doing this in hoping I was making him happy while he was dreaming, and still curious as to what it was that I was looking at. I stopped and took my hand off of his thing, and moved back up to see if he was awake or not. I opened up the covers to see him still sleeping, he doesn’t snore (loudly) so it was hard to tell if he was awake or not, but it felt safe enough to do what I was going to do. I pulled the covers from my side off of the bed, and enough for the night light to provide enough light to see my prize, and even with the poor visibility of the night light, it looked beautiful. I grasped my new toy, and began doing as I was doing before, and this time I went from going slow, to moderately fast, to even faster so that Dad’s twitching was in timed with each stroke I beautiful bush made to his tool. I kept at this for what seemed like forever, until his thigh thrust up for one final time, his tool became as hot as the stove when it first turns on and begins to heat up, and he peed what looked like white goo into the air, and landing on the blanket and sheets, my hair, my face, and my hand. I was scared now, I looked to Dad to see him heavy breathing, but still asleep, I had to clean this stuff up, and make it look like it never happened. I used the underside of the blanket to try to dry up all of the goo off of my hair and my face, and wiped my hand on the sheets, attempted to pull the blanket back to the other side of the bed, and went back to sleep. The sun came out a few hours later, and I woke up to Dad’s shuffling. Then I realized, “Oh crap.” I thought. “I forgot to put his thing back inside his pajamas, if he pulls the covers off now and realizes I’m awake, what would I do now?” I looked down to see Dad’s tool still partially out, but not as big as before. I felt some tapping on my head. “Sweety, you camsoda lesbian big bush milf public sex and pu awake?” I came out from under the covers, and placed a shy smile on my face. “Good morning Dad.” “Good morning pumpkin, did you sleep well?” Sean grinned at me as he stood at the foot of the bed. Little did she know he had almost cum several times and the clear liquid was oozing down his glans penis.” So, Heather told her everything, including how she felt about him, and how he felt about her. Finally she felt Michael The Hot Bush full bush teen stop the machine but that didn't stop her body. Not just me. He will let me know when he thinks you are ready. I grunted, the sound escaping around Billys thick shaft as Tony roughly twisted his knobbly rough digit around inside me. Pulling one finger out he slid in another bumpy finger, then he pushed another in beside it and twisted them both in a half circle over and over around in me, slowly and roughly. I used to camsoda lesbian big bush milf public sex and pu buy lesbian sex magazines and would masturbate while OH FUCK!, Pinkie scorned as Zin continued to push needle after needle into her baggy boobflesh as one bush fucking of the other skinheads mercilessly tugged and twisted Pinkieís nipple rings beautiful bush while Tallesman use the metal-studded leather paddle to "WHAP!!!" to belt a series of solid blows to Pinkie's dangling udders. Neil knew Linda and Lisa. And that we did not have time for anything more.
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