I do.”
“Thanks, dad.” She beamed at him, because he
genuinely was a fan. He bought one of her paintings at a school
fundraiser when she was fourteen, giving her school the highest
contribution, and since then she loved his admiration of her
artwork. Maybe she even liked art in general because of his
praises.
To show her appreciation, she hugged him as
he continued to admire her geisha. She couldn’t put her arms all
the way around him, but she always loved that about him. He had a
big belly, but the rest of him, his legs, arms, and ass was tone.
His strapping physique made her feel beautiful, especially when he
so easily put his strong arms around her and her little frame,
nearly making her disappear in his embrace. Sometimes he’d give her
the added confidence boost when he complimented her, telling her
that her petite, slender body felt small in his arms. These days
she’d feel giddy about it, because she knew from seeing his porn
collection he liked the big guy, little stepdaughter stuff. After
hours of logging onto his porn sites, she too grew more and more
appealed to the unlikely pair. Lauralyn liked to believe he focused
on that combination because it made him feel like he had a chance
with her, but that was probably wishful thinking.
“Are you going to keep drawing?” He asked,
as he let go of her, and turned his attention onto her. As he
brushed her hair off her shoulder, she looked at his stubble on his
chin. He recently started growing a goatee, and she liked it. There
was a lot about him that captured her interest. His deep voice,
tall figure, and even the traditional scent of Old Spice was her
new favorite fragrance.
“Yeah, I have to finish this by
Tuesday.”
“Will it bother you if I watch TV?”
“Nope,” she said, smiling.
Heath got comfortable on the couch in his
usual position, stretching down the length of the couch with his
head on a pillow and remote in hand. She grinned at him, though he
didn’t notice, because once he started watching television, he
wasn’t fazed by anything. The phone could blast its annoying ring
and he wouldn’t hear it. She’d have to ask him a question countless
times before she’d get his attention.
Because he didn’t notice her gaze on him,
she giggled, because at the moment he looked like an adult-sized
teddy bear on the couch. His shirt crept up, and she could see his
belly. Ironically, he wore a loose Bears Jersey, with the A
exchanged with a grizzly head, and matching baggy performance
shorts. His wide body took up the entire couch, but as always he
left a few inches down by his feet if she wanted to watch his shows
with him.
However, she had homework, and for the next
hour she enjoyed focusing on making elaborate, but miniature
flowers on her geisha’s kimono. When her eyes began to blur from
staring at her small pencil strokes, she decided to take a
break.
She joined him, and Heath barely moved, only
bending one leg, leaning it up against the back of the couch.
Because there was plenty of room, she took a seat by his feet.
She’d just sat down when she looked over at him, and nearly choked
when she saw Heath wasn’t wearing anything under his shorts. She
could see right up his pant leg, which slid to his hip, and she
couldn’t believe it, but his dick was hanging to the side—giving
her a full view.
Lauralyn bit her bottom lip, tore her gaze
from his penis hanging out of his shorts to glimpse her dad’s face.
He didn’t notice her eyes on his sex. He was still watching
television. Because he hadn’t noticed, she gaped freely at his
dick. She’d never seen one in real life. The videos she’d seen
about sex made erections look small. The camera certainly didn’t
gain ten pounds when it came to men’s size on adult films. The
video’s made gauging very hard to tell. But in person, Heath was
pretty thick while four inches flaccid.
She sat there, ogling at his penis wondering
how she could make it grow without him being aware.
“Thanks, dad.” She beamed at him, because he
genuinely was a fan. He bought one of her paintings at a school
fundraiser when she was fourteen, giving her school the highest
contribution, and since then she loved his admiration of her
artwork. Maybe she even liked art in general because of his
praises.
To show her appreciation, she hugged him as
he continued to admire her geisha. She couldn’t put her arms all
the way around him, but she always loved that about him. He had a
big belly, but the rest of him, his legs, arms, and ass was tone.
His strapping physique made her feel beautiful, especially when he
so easily put his strong arms around her and her little frame,
nearly making her disappear in his embrace. Sometimes he’d give her
the added confidence boost when he complimented her, telling her
that her petite, slender body felt small in his arms. These days
she’d feel giddy about it, because she knew from seeing his porn
collection he liked the big guy, little stepdaughter stuff. After
hours of logging onto his porn sites, she too grew more and more
appealed to the unlikely pair. Lauralyn liked to believe he focused
on that combination because it made him feel like he had a chance
with her, but that was probably wishful thinking.
“Are you going to keep drawing?” He asked,
as he let go of her, and turned his attention onto her. As he
brushed her hair off her shoulder, she looked at his stubble on his
chin. He recently started growing a goatee, and she liked it. There
was a lot about him that captured her interest. His deep voice,
tall figure, and even the traditional scent of Old Spice was her
new favorite fragrance.
“Yeah, I have to finish this by
Tuesday.”
“Will it bother you if I watch TV?”
“Nope,” she said, smiling.
Heath got comfortable on the couch in his
usual position, stretching down the length of the couch with his
head on a pillow and remote in hand. She grinned at him, though he
didn’t notice, because once he started watching television, he
wasn’t fazed by anything. The phone could blast its annoying ring
and he wouldn’t hear it. She’d have to ask him a question countless
times before she’d get his attention.
Because he didn’t notice her gaze on him,
she giggled, because at the moment he looked like an adult-sized
teddy bear on the couch. His shirt crept up, and she could see his
belly. Ironically, he wore a loose Bears Jersey, with the A
exchanged with a grizzly head, and matching baggy performance
shorts. His wide body took up the entire couch, but as always he
left a few inches down by his feet if she wanted to watch his shows
with him.
However, she had homework, and for the next
hour she enjoyed focusing on making elaborate, but miniature
flowers on her geisha’s kimono. When her eyes began to blur from
staring at her small pencil strokes, she decided to take a
break.
She joined him, and Heath barely moved, only
bending one leg, leaning it up against the back of the couch.
Because there was plenty of room, she took a seat by his feet.
She’d just sat down when she looked over at him, and nearly choked
when she saw Heath wasn’t wearing anything under his shorts. She
could see right up his pant leg, which slid to his hip, and she
couldn’t believe it, but his dick was hanging to the side—giving
her a full view.
Lauralyn bit her bottom lip, tore her gaze
from his penis hanging out of his shorts to glimpse her dad’s face.
He didn’t notice her eyes on his sex. He was still watching
television. Because he hadn’t noticed, she gaped freely at his
dick. She’d never seen one in real life. The videos she’d seen
about sex made erections look small. The camera certainly didn’t
gain ten pounds when it came to men’s size on adult films. The
video’s made gauging very hard to tell. But in person, Heath was
pretty thick while four inches flaccid.
She sat there, ogling at his penis wondering
how she could make it grow without him being aware.
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