expertly. Sometimes he would catch my eyes in the mirror and throw me

“OK, Dad,” I said, relutly letting go of my urgently throbbing

“From the looks of it, I’d say it was on its way to being even bigger,” he

his face as he trated on what he was doing, patiently, methodically,

loved my father’s big mase bush and the sight of his thick ere

rearing up from it nearly sent me over the edge as I pounded my teenrod,

the sink, our sides toug, feeling the cold

Dad came in to shave, and my horny teendick sprung up to its full seven

porcelain against our balls. But mostly I just liked to watch him, studying

“Standing proud, soldier,” he always said when I threw a bone.

inches fast enough to poke a. Dad saluted it and I returhe

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we’ll both blow off a couple of nice big loads.”

Dad was aware of what I was doing, and pretty soon his own heavy

cock.

Nothing used to give me a hardon like watg my father shave. I’ll

never fet the m that summer of ’62 when I was taking a bath.

making loud splashing noises iub.

After Dad left for work, I went to th

a wink, and I’d blush and feel my heart qui every time.

baby-maker was swelling up from its dark of thick, soft pubic hair. I

shaving, getting more and more aroused as the tingly feelings started

replied. I played with my boner for a few moments while Dad finished

“Save it, slugger,” said Dad. “Save it for later. I’ll e home early and

gesture, saluting from the head of my diother little ritual of ours.

building up inside me.

“Look, Dad, I think it’s almost as big as yours now,” I said with a grin.