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I’ve never been highly close to my dad. Not because of any fault of his or anything. We just didn’t truly have much to say to one another. Even when I got my first-ever duo tattoos, something I know he is fairly fond of, we scarcely talked about it. I think he doesn’t want to seem like he’s hovering over me or anything. But I always wished we were closer. And it’s a tiny strange, I know, but ever since he caught me in my room, things have been better. For one thing, it’s like we have a collective secret. Something that’s just inbetween the 2 of us. Whenever I come home, I can tell his face lights up and he’s thrilled to observe me. He must know I’m thrilled to observe him because my trousers immediately get harder in the groin! Despite this, though, we haven’t truly done anything since. My hole was sore for a while after and he would sometimes check in with me to make sure I was okay with what happened. He would even mildly and awkwardly ask if my ass was okay. I would blush and attempt to tell him I was fine, but I could tell he was nervous. I was a tiny awkward, too, not truly knowing what to do next. I dreamed more of him but I didn’t truly sense convenient just coming out and telling it. Everything was elaborate and ordinary pats on the back or hugs seemed charged with anticipation. Was this the moment we’d be together again? Was this a sign? An invitation? Starting from scarcely chatting to now having taken his fuckpole inwards me was messing with my head.
I’ve never been highly close to my dad. Not because of any fault of his or anything. We just didn’t truly have much to say to one another. Even when I got my first-ever duo tattoos, something I know he is fairly fond of, we scarcely talked about it. I think he doesn’t want to seem like he’s hovering over me or anything. But I always wished we were closer. And it’s a tiny strange, I know, but ever since he caught me in my room, things have been better. For one thing, it’s like we have a collective secret. Something that’s just inbetween the 2 of us. Whenever I come home, I can tell his face lights up and he’s thrilled to observe me. He must know I’m thrilled to observe him because my trousers immediately get harder in the groin! Despite this, though, we haven’t truly done anything since. My hole was sore for a while after and he would sometimes check in with me to make sure I was okay with what happened. He would even mildly and awkwardly ask if my ass was okay. I would blush and attempt to tell him I was fine, but I could tell he was nervous. I was a tiny awkward, too, not truly knowing what to do next. I dreamed more of him but I didn’t truly sense convenient just coming out and telling it. Everything was elaborate and ordinary pats on the back or hugs seemed charged with anticipation. Was this the moment we’d be together again? Was this a sign? An invitation? Starting from scarcely chatting to now having taken his fuckpole inwards me was messing with my head.
Added: 2022-03-04 • Views: 19 • Duration: 19:48
