Once it was free, I slid my hand down your back, beneath the waistband of your pajamas to palm your ass. XXX “Dad?” You whimpered, so quietly, it was nearly lost beneath the guttural, deep moans emitting from the Lenovo’s speaker system. “Is that clear, cunt?” Slowly, you nodded affirmatively. You didn’t know it at the time, but I had watched this video, ad nauseum, since I had discovered it on my iCloud Drive; every move and every sound you made was seared into the memory cells of my now wantonly debauched mind. Why? “Turn it off! Suddenly, there you were in a powder blue summer dress. The hotel sits on the craggy, New England shoreline in a historic town. Then, I felt the head of my cock enclosed in the hot, wet warmth of your mouth. Yours coming from the Lenovo, mine from the very
