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"Hi Dad, Hi - Vicky!"
Martina is a quick thinker. I realised she was holding this guy's hand in her left hand and her red panties in the other. She noticed where I was looking.
"My God. Vicky. Did you...?"
Like I said, Martina thinks quickly. Vicky squeezed my hand.
"He's fucking good, your Dad."
Vicky slid her hand back round my waist. I felt obliged to do the same, to pull her closer to me. Despite the presence of my daughter, I kissed Vicky, hard, affectionately, again. Martina looked at the two of us, then down at her panties, then towards her partner. She looked at me and grinned widely.
"I won't tell Mum if you don't!"
- COMMENTS
MichelleWhoIsabout 12 years agoHun you did it again! You made this story so believable that I could picture the scenes in my mind. It sort of reminded me of way back when in my youth. Keep up the great writing.
