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‘Thank fuck I chose black sweat pants,’ I thought, as I walked into the kitchen. My daughter’s best friend Gabriella was at the breakfast bar, perched on the edge of the stool, and nibbling on a freshly toasted bagel. Her thick mane of dark hair was pinned, perfectly on the top of her head. The rich dark waves contrasted against her pure white maxi dress, which was draped over her slim frame, exposing her sunkissed shoulders. My leaking dick had already formed a small wet spot inside of my boxers after my sordid dream of the sweet young girl. I wondered what sexy panties she had on this morning. Was her tight little snatch freshly shaven and pressed against her crotch? Fuck, I wanted to smell her so bad.“Morning, Mr. Carson,” the chorus of my daughter’s school friends rang out. The aroma of freshly baked breakfast treats and freshly used pineapple shower gel wafted through the air. “Good morning girls,” I smiled back, almost pressing my dick into the kitchen cabinet. There was no chance I was istanbul travesti going to show myself up by pitching a tent in front of a giggling group of girls. “Hope you all slept well,” I continued, slipping a bagel into the toaster. “Yeah,” they echoed. A shout of appreciation for letting them all stay the night, echoed across the kitchen. “Your daughter snores really bad!” laughed Gabriella. A chortle escaped my mouth. What kind of fucking noise was that? I cringed. I struggled to make eye contact with the beautiful teen.She was even more gorgeous in the flesh. It was as if she had known she had appeared in my dream last night, sucking me into her beautiful mouth. How the length of my hot prick disappeared between those luscious lips of hers. Oh fuck, hello Mr. leakage! I tried to ignore the dampness of my boxers, which were kindly clinging onto the end of my dripping cock. “Well she doesn’t take after me!” I grinned, trying hard not to burn my fingers whilst retrieving my almost charcoaled travesti istanbul bagel from the toaster. “Whatever, Dad!” stopped my daughter, rolling her eyes before turning to chat amongst her group of friends. I bit into the bagel. The sound of the burnt crunch almost drowned out the chattering of the friends. “You don’t mind running me home do you Mr. Carson?” Gabriella asked. “It’s just my parents are leaving first thing so I need to go and let the dog out.” Her dark lashes veiled her ice blue eyes, almost hypnotising me. “Oh of course not, anytime at all. I’m gonna have a quick shower and will take you over,” I replied, probably a little too eagerly. I was now conscious I was rolling my tongue around my mouth, a feeble attempt to ensure there were no burnt bits from my bagel wedged between my teeth. I quickly ate breakfast and watched my daughter and her friends, exchanging laughs and chatting about the latest guys, movies, and music. My daughter had chosen some pretty hot friends istanbul travestileri to bring home but Gabriella… well, that girl was in a different league. The thought of being alone with her in the car made my heart race. “I’ll just go and change,” I called, whizzing past the hot young girls, a little too eagerly. My aching balls felt like they could have been served on a tennis court.Sliding the glass shower door along, I stepped into the cloud of steam, letting the hot water rain down onto my body. The dark haired beauty was there with me. I could almost feel her kissing my shoulders as she pressed her beautiful small tits into my back. My mind was in overdrive. My cock reacted at the thought of her petite hand slipping through my thighs and gently caressing my heavy balls. The girl was only eighteen. I was almost thirty years her senior but I needed to bang her. I wanted to sink my hard rod into her spongy little entrance, listening to her soft moans of pleasure as I sawed in and out of her. I imagined feeling how wet and hot her little snatch was as I forced the head of my dick inside of my tight, soapy fist. I was wanking. I cupped my aching balls, letting them know I was about to release them all over the shower cubicle door.
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