Daddy comes home from work (pt. 9)
I awoke bright and early one Saturday morning to the wonderful sensation of a morning blow-job. It wasn’t like my wife to give me head, but every now and then she did surprise me in this fashion when she woke up in a rather frisky mood. I enjoyed the sensation of the wet lips gliding up and down my pole and the hand fondling my balls, the hand felt familiar and not like my wife’s so I finished rubbing my eyes and looked down to find my daughter Rosie lovingly handling me. “Don’t worry Daddy, Mom left for her work thing already this morning and won’t be back till Sunday afternoon or evening,” she said as if sensing my concern. As soon as she said it I remembered all the details. She had told me …