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Around 1:30 in the afternoon, feeling a minor sense of accomplishment for scratching off some of the low hanging fruit from my wife’s ‘honey do’ list, I decided it was time to talk to Chani. After all, I was expecting my wife to be home in a couple of hours; I couldn’t put it off any longer. Even if I hadn’t already known that my daughter was holed up in her room, I would have had little trouble locating her. The music reverberating down the hallway made it easy to identify her whereabouts. After a quick knock, Chani lowered the volume and responded with a friendly, “Come in, dad.” “Afternoon, sweetheart.”, I said entering her room and looking around. “What’ya working on?” Chani’s room was typical, I imagine, for a girl her age and socioeconomic status. A desk sat against one wall, cluttered with papers, a few keepsakes and the fancy purple Bluetooth speaker she got for her birthday earlier in the year. Space next to her window was occupied by a tall bookcase. There were a few books, but mostly it was adorned with decorations, along with a few old toys and stuffed animals. At one time they were prized possessions, too dear to be hidden away in storage. I suspected that now they were just familiar fixtures on their respective shelves and would remain there until space was needed for something new. Her closet door was open, and the light was on. Larger than a “normal” closet, but smaller than a walk-in, it was completely full. This child did not want for clothes. Though I only tight pussy ventured a quick glance something caught my eye and my suspicions from earlier in the day were confirmed. There, in the back of the closet, I saw a couple open totes. Usually said totes, three or four of them in all, were stacked neatly, keeping safe and dry an assortment of childhood memorabilia, things that Chani may want to one day show her own children. Favorite toys, old art projects and even some articles of clothing were kept therein. Clothing like the t-shirt and panties, proudly printed Hardcore with colorful representations with some of Chani’s childhood heroes, that she teen wore this morning while watching TV. My thoughts returned to the image from earlier in the day, that of Chani’s glorious backside covered blonde in smooth fabric stretched to be nearly transparent. “Dad!?”, I was brought out of my reverie by my daughter’s voice. I turned to face her, seeing her sitting on her bed surrounded by books and papers, and anal blinked as my thoughts returned to the present. “I said,” she continued with just the sliest hint of annoyance at having to repeat herself, “that I just finished up my history homework and was taking a little break before I began memorizing my lines for drama. How about you?” It was blonde his nature. It kept him fit and healthy as he aged. Calm. As much as I wanted to shift blame for what I did, I couldn’t. I got home and it was late already. Getting all of my big cock up there was going to be a challenge. As she bobbed her head on anal his cock, she massaged teen his heavy balls with one hand. “Shay, you’re the very reason I’m so happy right now.” She takes a sip of her drink as her Hardcore foot brushes up against my leg. Then she had a small look of confusion on her face. When Shelly and I looked to see why, she pointed at the three guys. But, I took it upon myself to take a late summer day to walk down to tight pussy her house and introduce myself. “But…” Megan interjected, beginning to almost sound desperate. I had the T.V. on to her favorite cartoons, so she settled in next to me to enjoy her cookies. I learned to leave her alone on her down days, but it was her down days when she was in danger of having a drink and she did come home late a couple of times. Getting naked in front of a group of nude women was the last thing I wanted to do, especially with a growing boner. It’s not like they don’t care about her . . . “She kept putting him off.