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ARE YOU MY DAD NOW, MOTHERFUCKER???

Date: 11/8/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Sex Humor, Author: dantheman1980, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

'Would you? That would be kind of you. I really don't want to have to be in public after that,' I explain. She gets dressed, grabs her keys and twenty minutes later we're bombing down the motorway in partial silence. She's wearing a white blouse, only half buttoned up in her haste to get me home. Oddly enough, she's also chosen to wear a shortish conservative looking skirt. Don't ask me while I'm looking. Just tell me that I'm looking for trouble and don't know when to stop. I can see the curve of her right breast from her cleavage and downward. I try not to look but I'm trying not to look away because I feel I shouldn't come across as ignorant. Not ignorant, just an idiot. 'Will your parents be home?' she then asks me after some time listening to the radio. No they won't. I hadn't thought about t. Didn't even need a reason to until now. 'I'm a bit weary after all of that. I wouldn't mind a cup of tea at the end of the drive if I could. A moment to reset my thoughts...' 'You're welcome to, sure. All the time you need,' I say and then she catches me looking down her blouse. Now if you've ever read somebody's eyes exactly the way you saw it and end up right more often than not, imagine hers saying &#034seriously, after all the trouble peeping got you into last time?&#034 That was the look she gave me briefly before putting her eyes back on the road ahead. Then a wry smile appeared on her lips. We got back to my parents' house just after lunch time. I invited Teresa in and ... put the kettle on. We were standing in the kitchen awkwardly, checking the time, checking our phones for messages... Checking Teresa's cleavage. Shit, busted again! 'I am really sorry we got caught,' I said, casually reminded and making it ever more awkward. As awkward as the boner now threatening to return on the back end of that thought. She held her breath and then huffed. 'Yeah, not to worry. Fun while it lasted...' I invited her to sit down in the living room, leading the way and offering her to take her pick of the seats, myself taking half of the couch. She came and sat right next to me and we sat staring at the sunlight beaming across the wall from the bay window behind us. 'I get the funny feeling I'm not going to see him anymore,' I sighed. 'I really messed that up.' 'Well you could have handled that better, that's for sure. I just wonder how I'm going to handle it when I get back home. I've never seen him like that before.' 'I bet,' I said, then realised what she had said. 'What do you meanI could have handled that better?' 'Well you didn't have to carry on fucking me until he burst through the door like that.' 'Oh that!' 'You could have at least taken the time to hide under the bed.' 'And then what?' 'And then I don't know, I could have made an excuse and said you'd gone for a walk to cure your hangover?' 'True,' I said in hindsight and sighed, sipping my tea and burning my lips. Then Teresa paused for thought, looked right at me and said, 'and just think of the ...